This poem by Wendy Cope (born 1945) is taken from Serious Concerns (Faber 1992) which was her second collection of verse, the first being Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis (Faber 1986). I was given this slim volume by a customer when I worked in Birmingham in the late 90s and I went on to buy the first collection on the strength of reading this one. Attentive readers will recall that I included her in one of my Advent posts last year. If I was to try to sum up Wendy Cope’s work, I couldn’t do better than Dr Rowan Williams who said “Wendy Cope is without doubt the wittiest of contemporary English poets, and says a lot of extremely serious things”.
I also love the jacket..
It was very difficult to make a selection for today’s post, but finally I plumped for this one because it serves to remind me of life’s endless possibilities. It is something that we all probably need reminding of from time to time; I know I do. It is slightly late in the season to use this one, as the chestnuts are already in leaf, but I hope you will overlook that minor technicality.
New Season
No coats today. Buds bulge on chestnut trees,
and on the doorstep of a big, old house
a young man stands and plays his flute.
I watch the silver notes fly up
and circle in blue sky above the traffic,
traveling where they will.
And suddenly this paving-stone
midway between my front door and the bus stop
is a starting-point.
From here I can go anywhere I choose.
Of course I also just wanted an excuse to feature the Posy Simmonds drawing of the very studious bear on the front cover. I think that you will find almost as many illustrators as poets mentioned on The Landing this month. But then that can’t be a bad thing, can it?
If you liked this poem here is more information on her work from the Poetry Archive web site.
