Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Comments about Billy Collins

  • Ranak Zaman Ranak Zaman (4/27/2016 9:31:00 AM)

    best poet of modern poetry

    12 person liked.
    5 person did not like.
  • Isaac Ramos (3/11/2016 11:27:00 AM)

    Your poems make me snore sm.

  • David Wood David Wood (9/22/2015 10:01:00 AM)

    I wish you'd read my Things to Get poem and poets comment.

  • Kevan Murphie (6/17/2015 3:36:00 PM)

    Dear Chris Robideaux,
    I was very disappointed to read that you were appalled. I was equally unhappy Mr.Collins wasn't able to meet the criteria required by the Greeks. I'm sure that should he have known this a long time ago, things may have been different and he would have practised harder. I'm also sorry to read that........well, to be honest Mr. Robideaux, I didn't read all your comment I'm afraid. I stopped short through boredom. I do apologise.

  • Chris Robideaux Chris Robideaux (10/3/2014 6:27:00 PM)

    This guy is the perfect example of the whitewash of academia strangling real, creative genius and having that pass for art, which poetry is. It is appalling to me that this man was awarded the highest poetry honors in the land, with lines that seem to be exploring banality and passionless, inconsequential chatter. When the Greeks crowned their bards with the laurel wreaths, they were conferring an honor on parallel with the greatest warriors and heroes, and now we have this middle-aged academic populist, pedestrian pabulum passing for what used to be the mark of the seer and revolutionary. It is appalling that so many more talented seers and potentates of expressive genius are passed over and marginalized in favor of the dumbed-down-agenda stooges like Collins, Kooser, et all, who amount, in my opinion, to nothing more than bland, unimaginative palaver for the masses.

  • R Bremner (11/27/2013 12:32:00 PM)

    Smoke rings like rumors
    and dreams like stale cigarettes
    in a cracked ashtray
    left behind at the old apartment.
    from You are once again the stranger, at Amazon, BN.com, Itunes, Sony, Kobo, and Diesel ebooks,

  • Hsinhui Wang (6/12/2010 12:14:00 AM)

    please read Wisdom of the Sadhu

    http: //www.jesusministries.org/jmwebstore/downloads/SS_001_Wisdom_Of_The_Sadhu.pdf

  • Hsinhui Wang (6/11/2010 6:19:00 PM)

    I just read one of his poem...I just want to say, May the truth reveal to human mankind...There is NO true religion on earth. There is only true relationship.

  • Michael Shepherd (8/11/2009 9:21:00 AM)

    There’s a certain class of book
    I take with me to my pm nap:

    worth dipping into; more pleasurable
    for taking time over reading to its end;

    that leaves no shame when I doze off
    and it falls into my lap; a sweet waking dream;

    today it’s Billy Collins: ex-
    Poet Laureate or should that be
    Poet ex-Laureate since he’s still writing
    in that laid-back manner that goes with
    recliner chairs and a nap that’s natural;

    for me, he’s still Laureate, anyway;
    and in my dreamy state, I like to indulge

    in an undemanding game, best played
    between the waking and that dreaming state
    which Hindus name as swapna; and I like the name;
    (its alternative, prajna, sounds too much like work) :

    the game is, nail the character
    in just two lines, no more, of Shakes-pa-herian pastiche:

    Methinks he hath a wily, wayward charm,
    under guise of which he arrows heav’n.

  • Katie Finley (7/12/2006 7:48:00 PM)

    I saw Billy Collins when he came to Boston College and the occasion marked one of the most special moments in my (albeit brief) lifetime. If you get the opportunity to see him, take it!
    My favourite poems are 'On Turning Ten' and 'Love'. He is one of the poets I love best.

Best Poem of Billy Collins

On Turning Ten

The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a ...

Read the full of On Turning Ten

I Ask You

What scene would I want to be enveloped in
more than this one,
an ordinary night at the kitchen table,
floral wallpaper pressing in,
white cabinets full of glass,
the telephone silent,
a pen tilted back in my hand?

It gives me time to think

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