I heard the delicious Miss Dahl reciting a snippet of this last night and was once again reminded, how utterly splendid a poet the lovely Wendy Cope is...........
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
Oh but she is isn't she, splendid I mean? Splendid. What a lovely word that is! Have a lovely Easter Honey Pie.x
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ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem, you can almost visualise it.
Have a great Easter.Jo xx
Ooooh I agree! Its almost like a scene from 'Brief Encounter'
ReplyDeleteAhh.....I love anything from the 1930's and 40's!!!
Happy Easter xxxx