For Poetry Friday, a poem about tea from Carol Ann Duffy. It's one of those poems that I really wish I'd thought of myself. If you really love the poem, and you really love tea - or need something to dry dishes with - there is a tea towel version for sale at The Literary Gift Co. and elsewhere. You can see it to the right, below.
Tea
by Carol Ann Duffy
I like pouring your tea, lifting
the heavy pot, and tipping it up,
so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup.
Or when you’re away, or at work,
I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,
as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips.
I like the questions – sugar? – milk? –
and the answers I don’t know by heart, yet,
for I see your soul in your eyes, and I forget.
Jasmine, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon,
I love tea’s names. Which tea would you like? I say
but it’s any tea for you, please, any time of day,
as the women harvest the slopes
for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Wu-Yi,
and I am your lover, smitten, straining your tea.
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