

This was one of my favourite collections by Duffy, so I wanted to revisit it while I happen to be in the same location as my copy. And I love it still, so full of jewels it'd be hard to choose just one to highlight. If I did, it'd be 'Art':
“Art, the chiselled, chilling marble of our kiss;
locked into soundless stone, our promises,
or fizzled into poems; page print
for the dried flowers of our voice.“