Wendy Cope

Det bokpaket jag hämtade på ICA i går innehöll (som sagt) mestadels lyrik- en av böckerna var "Two Cures for Love"- Selected Poems 1979-2006 av den engelska poeten Wendy Cope. ,
Hon har både glädje och sorg i sina dikter.

You watch yourself. You watch the watcher too-
A ghostly figure on the garden wall.
And one of you is her, and one is you,
If either one of you exists at all.

How strange to be the one behind the face,
To have a name and know that it is yours,
To be in this particular green place,
To see a snail advance, to see it pause.

You sit quite still and wonder when you'll go.
It could be now. Or now. Or now. You stay.
Who's making up the plot? You'll never know.
Minute after minute swims away.

(By the Round Pond)