Carol Ann Duffy - Echo - Read by Samantha Webb
by Carol Ann Duffy (1955-)
I think I was searching for treasures or stones
in the clearest of pools
when your face ...
when your face,
like the moon in a well
where I might wish ...
might well wish
for the iced fire of your kiss;
only on water my lips, where your face ...
where your face was reflected, lovely,
not really there when I turned
to look behind at the emptying air ...
the emptying air.