The Orange

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

— Wendy Cope 

13 Comments on “The Orange”

    • Pat

      Loved this poem. Reminded me of my little great granddaughter who has just started to love oranges and asks us to “open it” for her. I shall write out the poem. Thank you.

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    • Pat

      Loved the poem. Reminded me of my little great granddaughter who has just start to like oranges and asks us to “open it” for her. I shall write it out. Thank you.

      Reply
  1. Jackie

    A reminder that there is joy in the ordinary things in our lives and we should celebrate them. Thank you dear God-Daughter for introducing this poem to me. I shall frame it!

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  2. Jane

    I love this poem, reminds me that the simple things are the greatest pleasures and the most deeply satisfying parts of a good life.

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  3. Max

    I love this poem so very much. It perfectly touches on the simple joy with being alive. As someone who has struggled with depression for a long time, I especially related to the lines, “This peace and contentment. Its new.”
    As I heal, I am slowly learning what happiness feels like when it curls up in front of your hearth and decides to stay a while.
    I think the beauty of the poem comes from the feelings of tranquility it inspires. I will hold these words close to my heart for the rest of my life.

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  4. Nayeli

    “I love you. I’m glad I exist.” are the most tender lines in the universe. I am so glad to live in a world where this poem exist. The sheer power in those lines is enough to make me cry. My depression is cured!

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  5. lina

    i girl i was talking to said this was her favourite poem so i read it . And now it’s my favourite poem

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  6. james

    This poem means more to me than any other work of art I’ve ever experienced, especially the last lines
    “I love you
    I’m glad I exist”… something about that just touches me right in the heart

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  7. Freja

    this poem spoke to me when i was in one of my worst states, and exactly worded the things i had forgotten. the last line will be staying with me on my inner ankle under the semicolon, a simple reminder that i am exactly enough, and happy about it.

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  8. Aaron

    I cry nearly every time I read this poem. It’s so beautiful. I relate heavily to Max’s comment above, and Max probably puts it in better words than I could myself. I’m glad I exist. I’m glad you exist. I’m glad others find joy in this poem. I think I will also write this poem out, Pat.

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