Collected Poems (eBook)

Wendy Cope (Autor)

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2024 | 1. Auflage
400 Seiten
Faber & Faber (Verlag)
978-0-571-38327-6 (ISBN)

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'Her poetry stands unsurpassed in its popularity and technical accomplishment - there's no better contemporary writer of forms such as the triolet - and in the wit, acuity and seriousness of purpose with which she shows us what it is to be human.' Guardian This volume comprises the full poetic works of one of our wittiest, most beloved writers, and includes many previously uncollected poems. When Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis was published in 1986, Wendy Cope became that rarest of creatures: a celebrated poet who was also a best-seller. Her artful combination of insight and wit made an extraordinary impact in poems that cocked a gentle snook at the pomposity of a literary world hitherto dominated by men. Through four further collections, Cope has continued to delight her readers while finding a whole new generation of enthusiasts when her poem 'The Orange' went viral. Together these poems catalogue the desires and fears that underlie our ordinary existences - love and heartbreak, disappointment and a hard-won capacity to find happiness, even if only in the form of a poem.. In their profound attention to and encapsulation of the everyday, these poems serve to make our own lives the more remarkable and memorable. Collected Poems celebrates a lifetime's achievement by a poet who has been original and distinctive from the very start, and provides the perfect accompaniment to the trials, tribulations and joys of our all too human lives. This collection also features Nick Garland's original illustrations for The River Girl (1991). 'Her poetry stands unsurpassed in its popularity and technical accomplishment - there's no better contemporary writer of forms such as the triolet - and in the wit, acuity and seriousness of purpose with which she shows us what it is to be human.' Rishi Dastidar, Guardian 'We can love Wendy Cope's words . . . for the rhymes they reveal but also for the sad truths they speak.' Adam Gopnik, New Yorker 'One has to go back to Byron to find a poet as consistently witty, wide-ranging and technically outstanding as Cope.' Los Angeles Review of Books 'We need not wonder at Wendy Cope's continued, wide appeal. She writes poems that people want to read, and this is how poems survive.' Literary Review 'Wit and heart? Cope's fans should rest assured there are enough gems here with both.' Telegraph 'Wendy Cope's real strength lies not in charm or insight (she has buckets of both) but in the pitch-perfect exactitude of her writing.' Sunday Times 'Her poems are moving, memorable, funny, clever; they alert readers to what it means to be human.' PN Review 'Any book of [Cope's] work is a national treasure chest ... her work has, with care and precision, given us pathways to negotiate the world ... Her Collected Poems is as human as an embrace.' Ian McMillan, BBC Radio 4's The Verb

Wendy Cope was born in Erith, Kent. After university she worked for fifteen years as a primary-school teacher in London. Her first collection of poems, Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis, was published in 1986 and her most recent, Anecdotal Evidence, in 2018. In 1987 she received a Cholmondeley Award for poetry and in 1995 the American Academy of Arts and Letters Michael Braude Award. Two Cures for Love: Selected Poems 1979-2006 was published in 2008. The Orange and other poems was published in 2023.

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An English meadow, early in the morning.

The Thames has whispered through another night

And now the sun is coming out and touching

The water and the grass with summer light.

The river rises in a shallow valley

And flows across our green and pleasant land

Two hundred miles and more until fresh water

Turns salt, and muddy banks give way to sand.

In Gloucestershire a stream, it meets the ocean

A mighty thoroughfare, deep, wide and strong.

It knew our forebears. It will know our children.

Sweet Thames run softly till I end my song.

And who is this, who sits beside the river

Day after day and gazes at the sky

With searching eyes and gazes at the water

And frowns and shakes his head with many a sigh?

A would-be poet, seeking inspiration.

He has a notebook. Every page is white

And blank. He sits and sits and dreams of greatness.

He dreams of greatness but he cannot write.

And yet the merest glance tells the observer

That here’s a man devoted to his art –

Long hair, pale face and crumpled corduroy trousers.

He knows a thing or two. He looks the part.

Beneath the river’s smooth and quiet surface,

Where fishes play and water-weeds unfurl

In dappled sunlight, lives the lovely Isis,

Giver of dreams, enchantress, river girl.

As soon as Isis sees the handsome poet,

She breaks the surface. Floating in a dress

Of purest white, she’s graceful as a lily

(Where most of us, of course, would look a mess).

The handsome poet sees the lovely Isis

And gasps and cannot take his eyes away.

He smiles. She smiles. It is an old, old story.

Love at first sight. It happens every day.

Oh, love’s a powerful, fast-moving current

That seizes us before we’ve time to think.

And some of us it carries on to safety

Upon a happy shore, while others sink.

And these two? We shall see. She floats towards him

As, silently, he stretches out his hand.

She takes it and he tries to pull her to him.

She shakes her head. He doesn’t understand.

‘Oh come and walk with me, enchanting maiden.

Climb up this bank. Enjoy the summer weather.

Like young lambs, we will frolic in the meadows.

Oh come, let us be lyrical together.

‘Your hair will dry and gleam like finest satin.

I’ll gather flowers and make a little crown

And place it on your head and call you “Princess” –

Good heavens. Hang on. I must write this down.’

He lets her go and scribbles in his notebook.

A miracle! He is in love and writing.

When he looks up and smiles, his eyes are blazing –

‘My love. My Muse. Oh, this is so exciting.’

She smiles as well. And, since she has a secret,

She looks a little bit like La Gioconda,

Which does no harm at all. His heart turns over.

With every passing second he grows fonder.

‘My love is like a young and tender sapling.

My love is like a rose without a thorn.

Coming to banish misery and darkness,

My love is like the first light of the dawn.

‘These words! Where are they coming from, my darling?’

She knows, says nothing, looks down at the river.

For if he guesses, or if she should tell him,

So much the worse for her. Fear makes her shiver.

‘You’re cold, my love. Please come and sit beside me.

I want to keep you warm and safe and never

Let go of you. You’re beautiful. You’re magic.

Come here, come now, and stay with me for ever.

‘Your eyes are saying yes, though you are silent.’

He grasps her hand again. He grasps her shoulder

And kisses her, and kissing gives such pleasure,

He cannot help but grow a little bolder.

She breaks away. ‘My love, I have to go now.

Be here tomorrow and we’ll meet again.

The night will seem too long. I’ll count the minutes

And think about you all the time till then.’

‘Don’t go. Don’t go. I beg you, do not leave me

Alone, to suffer passionate distress.

Look, are you on the phone? Give me your number.’

‘There’s no phone where I’m going.’ ‘Your address?’

But as he speaks, she’s vanished underwater

And, surfacing a hundred yards downstream,

She calls to him. ‘My darling. Do not follow.

We’ll meet tomorrow. Now go home and dream.’

‘Go home and dream.’ He turns away and murmurs

Like one bewitched, and walks towards the town.

‘Go home and dream.’ He is already dreaming

Of kisses and … No. Best not write it down –

This is for families. Let’s say he’s happy.

He is in love, he’s lost, on fire, possessed.

We’ll leave him wandering dreamily to Oxford,

His notebook clasped to his impassioned breast.

We’ll leave the world we know and follow Isis

Into her world, the kingdom underwater

That’s ruled by Father Thames. And she must find him –

Our heroine is Father Thames’s daughter,

Adopted by him when she was a baby

But that was many centuries ago.

You wonder who she is and where she came from

And why? Ask Father Thames. I do not know.

But I can tell you that he loves her dearly –

Though he can be forbidding, angry, cold,

He loves his daughter. She’s his joy, his treasure.

He’d like to keep her with him, now he’s old.

But he is wise, too wise to think a daughter

Can be contented with a father’s love.

He dreads the day some other love will beckon

And call his...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 3.9.2024
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Lyrik / Dramatik ► Lyrik / Gedichte
• ISBN-10: 0-571-38327-0 / 0571383270
• ISBN-13: 978-0-571-38327-6 / 9780571383276