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Prayer by Carol Ann Duffy

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade I piano scales console
the lodger looking out across a Midlands town.
Then dusk, and someone calls a child's name
as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside, the radios prayer -
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.


Carol Ann Duffy, Mean Time (Anvil, 1993)

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