Saturday, June 20, 2009

Yep. Another poem.

Here's a poem for the England people who I know must be homesick for trains. Wendy Cope is a lovely British poet I just discovered; check out her stuff at poetryarchive.com.

On a Train

The book I've been reading
rests on my knee. You sleep. 

It's beautiful out there - 
fields, little lakes and winter trees
in February sunlight,
every car park a shining mosaic. 

Long, radiant minutes,
your hand in my hand, 
still warm, still warm. 

2 comments:

Jamie said...

You should check out Wendy Cope's limerick retelling of The Wasteland.

Raj Shukla said...

that was nice!!