{"author":"Carol Ann Duffy","author_id":"Carol+Ann+Duffy","total_quotes":27,"quotes":[{"text":"I'm not the first or the lastto stand on a hillock,watching the man she marriedprove to the worldhe's a total, utter, absolute, Grade A pi.","author":"Carol Ann Duffy","tags":["feminism"],"id":174,"author_id":"Carol+Ann+Duffy"},{"text":"What will you do now with the gift of your left life?","author":"Carol Ann Duffy","tags":["hope","inspiration","poetry"],"id":1397,"author_id":"Carol+Ann+Duffy"},{"text":"Christmas is taken very seriously in this household. I believe in Father Christmas, and there's no way I'd do anything to undermine that belief.","author":"Carol Ann Duffy","tags":["father","believe","i believe "],"id":3097,"author_id":"Carol+Ann+Duffy"},{"text":"Poetry, above all, is a series of intense moments - its power is not in narrative. I'm not dealing with facts, I'm dealing with emotion.","author":"Carol Ann Duffy","tags":["emotion","narrative","poetry","power"],"id":19498,"author_id":"Carol+Ann+Duffy"},{"text":"But behind each player sttod a line of ghosts unable to win. Eve. Ashputtel. Marilyn Monroe. Rapunzel slashing wildly at her hair. Bessie Smith unloved and down and out. Bluebeard's wives, Henry VIII's, Snow White cursing the day she left the seven dwarves, Diana, Princess of Wales. The Sheepish Beast came in with a tray of schnapps at the end of the game and we stood for the toast -'fay wray'- then tossed our fiery drinks to the back of our crimson throats. Bad girls. Serious ladies. Mourning our dead.","author":"Carol Ann Duffy","tags":["feminism"],"id":59928,"author_id":"Carol+Ann+Duffy"},{"text":"I like to use simple words, but in a complicated way.","author":"Carol Ann Duffy","tags":["words"],"id":76401,"author_id":"Carol+Ann+Duffy"},{"text":"Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head, warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood.","author":"Carol Ann Duffy","tags":["literature"],"id":89056,"author_id":"Carol+Ann+Duffy"},{"text":"I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom, on the stairs, everywhere. The only way to write poetry is to read it.","author":"Carol Ann Duffy","tags":["stairs","way","bathroom "],"id":112704,"author_id":"Carol+Ann+Duffy"},{"text":"I tend the mobile nowlike an injured birdWe text, text, textour significant words.I re-read your first,your second, your third,look for your small xx,feeling absurd.The codes we sendarrive with a broken chord.I try to picture your hands,their image is blurred.Nothing my thumbs presswill ever be heard.'Text.","author":"Carol Ann Duffy","tags":["inspirational","love","romantic"],"id":169852,"author_id":"Carol+Ann+Duffy"},{"text":"The bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seaswhere we would dive for pearls. My lover’s wordswere shooting stars which fell to earth as kisseson these lips; my body now a softer rhymeto his, now echo, assonance; his toucha verb dancing in the centre of a noun.Some nights, I dreamed he’d written me, the beda page beneath his writer’s hands. Romanceand drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -I hold him in the casket of my widow’s headas he held me upon that next best bed.","author":"Carol Ann Duffy","tags":["death","love","passion","poetry"],"id":177244,"author_id":"Carol+Ann+Duffy"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":27,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}