The only problem with this collection is that there's not more.
Wendy Cope's gleeful, impish smile on the cover of the jacket pretty much tells the reader what's going on inside the pages of these selected poems.
Damn, she's good!
The title poem "Two Cures for Love" is only two lines long. Just two lines and yet it makes up the book's title? Can you believe it? But such pithiness and wit is in the poem, it almost hurts to understand how brilliant it is. There are two cures for love and one of them is not to write nor see the person ever again. But what's the second cure? You must read the poem -- or the second line in the poem. Is it really worth the price of the book? Oh, yes, yes! And cheaper than the price of any psychotherapist!
Almost all the poems selected are short on the page; just three are longer than a page, and there's some sonnets in here as well. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll wonder why just these sounds that she's composed and not others that might be mentioned are the very ones to make you grin and even squeal with delight -- without revealing a single clue as to how she pulled any of them off.
I loved her poem "Being Boring," "Two Cures for Love" and the one about being in love with A.E. Housman even though he's been dead since 1936 called "Another Unfortunate Choice."
Wendy Cope's poems are so funny, touching and satiric, dour Anita Brookner would be forced to guffaw impuslively if she were given the opportunity to read them. I love this refreshing collection of irreverent, sardonic poems, and they're wonderful to reread, too. I've never met her, but she's been my favorite poet for the last twenty years.