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By Wendy Cope

Last year we went to Lissadell.

The sun shone over Sligo Bay

And life was good and all was well.


The bear, the books, the dinner bell,

An air of dignified decay.

Last year we went to Lissadell.


This year the owners had to sell—

It calls to mind a Chekhov play.

Once life was good and all was well.


The house is now an empty shell,

The contents auctioned, shipped away.

Last year we went to Lissadell


And found it magical. “We fell

In love with it,” we sometimes say

When life is good and all is well.


The light of evening. A gazelle.

It seemed unchanged since Yeats’s day.

Last year we went to Lissadell

And life was good and all was well.


Wendy Cope, "“Lissadell”" from (: , )

Source: Poetry (Poetry Foundation, 2005)

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Poet Bio

Wendy Cope
Wendy Cope was raised in Kent, England, where her parents often recited poetry out loud to her. She has published several volumes of poetry including Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis and Serious Concerns. Cope possesses a remarkable talent for parody and for using humor to address grave topics.

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