Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Billy Collins Poems

1. The Lanyard 5/11/2015
2. Workshop 4/14/2015
3. Silence 4/24/2015
4. Writing In The Afterlife -new- 5/14/2015
5. The First Night 4/8/2015
6. Night Golf 3/9/2015
7. Christmas Sparrow 12/15/2014
8. The Names 10/5/2011
9. The Iron Bridge 1/13/2003
10. Study In Orange And White 1/13/2003
11. The Only Day In Existence 1/13/2003
12. Tomes 1/13/2003
13. Pinup 1/13/2003
14. Today 1/13/2003
15. Reading An Anthology Of Chinese Poems Of The Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire The Length And Clarity Of Their Titles 1/13/2003
16. The Art Of Drowning 1/13/2003
17. Thesaurus 1/13/2003
18. The Best Cigarette 1/13/2003
19. Nightclub 1/13/2003
20. Walking Across The Atlantic 1/13/2003
21. For Bartleby The Scrivener 1/13/2003
22. Neither Snow 1/13/2003
23. Snow Day 1/13/2003
24. Dear Reader 1/13/2003
25. Nostalgia 1/13/2003
26. The First Dream 1/13/2003
27. Consolation 1/13/2003
28. Man Listening To Disc 1/13/2003
29. Shoveling Snow With Buddha 1/13/2003
30. I Go Back To The House For A Book 1/13/2003
31. Fishing On The Susquehanna In July 1/13/2003
32. Invention 1/13/2003
33. Candle Hat 1/13/2003
34. Marginalia 1/13/2003
35. By A Swimming Pool Outside Syracusa 1/13/2003
36. Madmen 1/13/2003
37. I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version Of "Three Blind Mice" 1/13/2003
38. Embrace 2/13/2007
39. Japan 1/13/2003
40. Child Development 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Billy Collins

Forgetfulness

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping ...

Read the full of Forgetfulness

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,

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