Demeter had seen her. She had been waiting and now she had seen her.Of course Demeter knew that if she looked for the woman then the woman would not be there. But when she didn’t look in that way, then of course the shape of the golden woman appeared. And how golden she was. The

”Where I lived-winter and hard earth. I sat in my cold stone rooom choosing tough words, granite, flint, to break the ice.My broken heart- I tried that, but it skimmed, flat, over the frozeen lake.” In Carol Ann Duffy’s sonnet Demeter, the narrator desribes her tomb