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    Jackie Kay - Late Love

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    Jackie Kay reads her poem Late Love

    Late Love
    by Jackie Kay (1961-)

    How they strut about, people in love,
    How tall they grow, pleased with themselves,
    Their hair, glossy, their skin shining.
    They don't remember who they have been.

    How filmic they are just for this time.
    How important they've become — secret, above
    The order of things, the dreary mundane.
    Every church bell ringing, a fresh sign.

    How dull the lot that are not in love.
    Their clothes shabby, their skin lustreless;
    How clueless they are, hair a mess; how they trudge
    Up and down the streets in the rain,

    remembering one kiss in a dark alley,
    A touch in a changing room, if lucky, a lovely wait
    For the phone to ring, maybe, baby.
    The past with its rush of velvet, its secret hush

    Already miles away, dimming now, in the late day.