
The final book of poetry I've read this month is Carol Ann Duffy's Mean Time. I'd read her before, much enjoying her collection Rapture which came out a couple of years back. Mean Time was a bit of a departure from the other books I'd read this month-- not being new, being British, Duffy a more established poet. Her poems also tending to be less personal narratives or confessionals. Their purpose to tell whole stories, to fill whole rooms and entire scenes with meaning.
I love "Litany" and "Before You Were Mine", but the whole book read itself. Such a pleasure. A great place to leave you, I think, Poetic April. I'll be back in a year, and of course will drop by from time to time before then.