Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Billy Collins Poems

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

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Madmen

They say you can jinx a poem
if you talk about it before it is done.
If you let it out too early, they warn,
your poem will fly away,
and this time they are absolutely right.

Take the night I mentioned to you
I wanted to write about the madmen,
as the newspapers so blithely call them,

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