From a Shropshire Lad
by A. E. Housman
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
Three short verses from two of my favourite
poets. Housman was gay - at a time when
homosexuality was `the love that cannot speak
its name'. Wendy Cope, from her poetry, comes
across as enthusiastically heterosexual. Declaring
her love for a dead gay poet, like this, is bound to
make her readers smile!
by Reg Starkey
Another Unfortunate Choice
by Wendy Cope
I think I am in love with A. E. Housman,
Which puts me in a worse-than-usual fix.
No woman ever stood a chance with Housman
And he's been dead since 1936.