The reason modern poetry is difficult is so that the poet's wife cannot understand it. — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
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… — 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,… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
“Making Cocoa For Kingsley Amis It was a dream I had last week And some kind of record seemed vital. I knew… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
There is some humour in 'Family Values.' I don't want everyone to think it's not going to make them laugh. But there… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
I've said what I'm prepared to say in my poems, and then journalists think that you're going to tell them a whole… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
When a poem doesn't work, the first question to ask yourself is, 'Am I telling the truth?' — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
“Another Christmas Poem Blood Christmas, here again. Let us raise a loving cup: Peace on earth, goodwill to men, And make them… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
The interesting thing is that you don't often meet a poet who doesn't have a sense of humour, and some of them… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
“I am a poet. I am very fond of bananas. I am bananas. I am very fond of a poet. I am… — 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… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
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.… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
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… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
