Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.
On a Train
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.
from If I Don’t Know (Faber and Faber, 2001), © Wendy Cope 2001, used by permission of the author