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    Wendy Cope - Spared


    by poetictouch

    Wendy Cope reads her poem Spared - A meditation on the events of 9/11 - Hong Kong Book Fair 21 July 2011

    by Wendy Cope (1945-)

    "That Love is all there is,
    Is all we know of Love..."
    ~ Emily Dickinson

    It wasn't you, it wasn't me,
    Up there, two thousand feet above
    A New York street. We're safe and free,
    A little while, to live and love,

    Imagining what might have been —
    The phone-call from the blazing tower,
    A last farewell on the machine,
    While someone sleeps another hour,

    Or worse, perhaps, to say goodbye
    And listen to each other's pain,
    Send helpless love across the sky,
    Knowing we'll never meet again,

    Or jump together, hand in hand,
    To certain death. Spared all of this
    For now, how well I understand
    That love is all, is all there is.