Carol Ann Duffy

(1955 / Glasgow / Scotland)

Christmas Eve - Poem by Carol Ann Duffy

'To Ella'.


Time was slow snow sieving the night,
a kind of love from the blurred moon;
your small town swooning, unabashed,
was Winter's own.

Snow was the mind of Time, sifting
itself, drafting the old year's end.
You wrote your name on the window-pane
with your young hand.

And your wishes went up in smoke,
beyond where a streetlamp studied
the thoughtful snow on Christmas Eve,
beyond belief,

as Time, snow, darkness, child, kindled.
Downstairs, the ritual lighting of the candles.


Comments about Christmas Eve by Carol Ann Duffy

  • (10/24/2017 2:13:00 AM)


    I wonder in what sense snow can be deemed thoughtful. I think this is rather more than whimsical. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/22/2016 5:28:00 AM)


    This poem is rather whimsical compared to some of the darker works in her canon. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016



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