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Carol Ann Duffy

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Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love...
--
Valentine, from Mean Time (1993)

 
Carol Ann Duffy

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Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
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Of the capacious salad bowl.

 
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