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Welcome to Carol Rumens's website
I hate attaching labels to myself. Am I a poet? I hope so but how can I be sure? I would rather describe myself simply as someone who loves language, and who tries to make various things with it – poems, chiefly, but also essays, plays and journalistic odds and ends, etc. As a teacher, I also enjoy helping others to be makers. This poem expresses the self-doubts and private delights of writing, and it is addressed to words themselves:
And If It Was
If it was only for you
all along, all the time, all the way,
and nothing was left of our brightest exchange
of brain-light and blood-sugar; if
it turned out to be just for the flirt and the fling, the great luck
when it worked, when we came, and I caught
the whiff of your sweat, like human sweat,
and your glow, saw your feathers and hair
flare like an Inca head-dress, though
no more that a match-flame, over and out, not catching
anyone’s fire but mine, any time but now,
would you forgive me, words?
from Blind Spots (Seren, Bridgend, 2007), p. 97
On the website you can find out what I have been working on Poetry & Fiction, Criticism, Translation & Editing, Teaching & Drama, Festivals & Prizes
Carol Rumens, Poet
Read my weekly blog for the Guardian newspaper online, Poem of the Week
Comments always welcome!
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