In my case, the long gaps between my books have got quite a lot to do with lack of confidence. A lot of the time when I'm not writing I start thinking I can't do it. — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
The reason modern poetry is difficult is so that the poet's wife cannot understand it. — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
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… — Wendy Cope Copy Share
In my case, the long gaps between my books have got quite a lot to do with lack of confidence. A lot of the… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
“A Green Song (to sing at the bottle-bank) One green bottle, Drop it in the bank. Ten green bottles, What a lot we drank. Heaps of bottles And yesterday's a blank. But we'll save the planet, Tinkle, tinkle, clank! We've got bottles - Nice, percussive trash. Bags of bottles Cleaned us out of cash. Empty bottles, We love to hear… — Wendy Cope Copy Share
I used to think all poets were Byronic Mad, bad and dangerous to know. And then I met a few. See Lamb 486:25. — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
I always tell students that writing a poem and publishing it are two quite separate things, and you should write what you have to… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
Bloody Christmas, here again, let us raise a loving cup, peace on earth, goodwill to men, and make them do the washing up. — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
Bloody men are like bloody buses - you wait for about a year and as soon as one approaches your stop two or three… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
“Everybody in this room is bored. The poems drag, the voice and gestures irk. He can't be interrupted or ignored. Poor fools, we came here of our own accord And some of us have paid to hear this jerk. Everybody in the room is bored. The silent cry goes up, 'How long, O Lord?' But nobody will scream or go… — Wendy Cope Copy Share
