Carol Ann Duffy

Poem in Oils

What I have learnt I have learnt from the air,
from infinite varieties of light. Muted colours
alter gradually as clouds stir shape, til purple rain
or violet thunderstorm shudders in the corner of my eye.

Here, on this other coast, the motifs multiply.
I hesitate before the love the waves bear
to the earth. Is this what I see?
No, but this is the process of seeing.

Believe me, soundless shadows fall from trees
like brush strokes. A painter stands
upon a cliff and turns doubt into certainty where,
far below, the ocean fills itself with sky.

I was here to do this. And was curious.