Tag Archives: Carol Ann Duffy’s “Midsummer Night”

“Alive, Alive, Oh”

Unlike the cockles and mussels she peddles–alive, freshly-plucked from a salty stew of sand and sea–Dublin’s sweet Molly Malone becomes a ghost by the end of her song. “She died of a fever, And no-one could save her, Just like … Continue reading

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Queen of the Night

When I met my daughter briefly, between her travels to two foreign places that begin with the letter “B,” she told me of two summer night wonders she had seen at her first exotic location. One was a green flash when … Continue reading

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