Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope
This charming poem is more complex than it seems. Written in 2002 when the poet was in her fifties, it may or may not be autobiographical. But the feelings she describes about falling in love and the internal conflict that follows — anxiety, fear of being a fool, euphoric joy — are recognisable and...
On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
The weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I’ve fallen in love.
On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. you’re high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?
On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You’re a fool. I don’t care.
The head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across.