Saturday, April 10, 2010

It Must Be Love

One of the best poems I've read, to date. Courtesy of superstar, Ben Adlam.

If it's good enough for Monet, then it's good enough for me.

After the Lunch

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.

Wendy Cope


  1. Isn't it just beautiful? I think I like it a tad more the the ee cummings one i posted earlier - its lighter, sweeter, younger.


    You find this well.