Carol Ann Duffy

  • 09.09 Leo Tolstoy

    09.09 Leo Tolstoy

    We don’t earn our faces. We don’t choose our symmetry, our hair, our height, our bone structure. Yet somehow we can end up treating the result as though it tells us something about character.

  • Sylvia Plath – Spinster

    Sylvia Plath – Spinster

    This final stanza is horribly defensive with its ‘barb and check’. Suddenly we’re in a war-zone, under attack, fighting for our lives.