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Wendy Cope (b. 1945) is a poet whose witty lyrics and pitch-perfect parodies have gained her a...
To find myself in tears is a surprise –
Paintings don't often get to me like this:
These faces with their vulnerable eyes
And lips so soft that they invite a kiss;
The long-haired husband, gazing at his bride
With evident desire, his hand around
Her wrist, six years before she died –
Both so alive and so long underground.
And here's a husband who resembles you
When you were plump and bearded. Its too much.
He looks so happy and his wife does too,
Still smiling, now they can no longer touch.
Someone will reaad our story, by and by.
Perhaps they'll feel like this. Perhaps they'll cry.
from Family Values (Faber, 2011), © Wendy Cope 2011, used by permission of the author and the publisher
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