Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Billy Collins Poems

1. Another Reason Why I Don'T Keep A Gun In The House 1/13/2003
2. By A Swimming Pool Outside Syracusa 1/13/2003
3. Candle Hat 1/13/2003
4. Child Development 1/13/2003
5. Christmas Sparrow 12/15/2014
6. Consolation 1/13/2003
7. Dear Reader 1/13/2003
8. Embrace 2/13/2007
9. Fishing On The Susquehanna In July 1/13/2003
10. Flames 1/13/2003
11. For Bartleby The Scrivener 1/13/2003
12. Forgetfulness 1/13/2003
13. I Ask You 1/13/2003
14. I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version Of "Three Blind Mice" 1/13/2003
15. I Go Back To The House For A Book 1/13/2003
16. Introduction To Poetry 1/13/2003
17. Invention 1/13/2003
18. Japan 1/13/2003
19. Litany 1/13/2003
20. Madmen 1/13/2003
21. Man in Space -new- 6/23/2015
22. Man Listening To Disc 1/13/2003
23. Marginalia 1/13/2003
24. Neither Snow 1/13/2003
25. Night Golf 3/9/2015
26. Nightclub 1/13/2003
27. Nostalgia 1/13/2003
28. On Turning Ten 1/13/2003
29. Pinup 1/13/2003
30. Reading An Anthology Of Chinese Poems Of The Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire The Length And Clarity Of Their Titles 1/13/2003
31. Shoveling Snow With Buddha 1/13/2003
32. Silence 4/24/2015
33. Snow Day 1/13/2003
34. Study In Orange And White 1/13/2003
35. Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes 1/7/2004
36. The Art Of Drowning 1/13/2003
37. The Best Cigarette 1/13/2003
38. The First Dream 1/13/2003
39. The First Night 4/8/2015
40. The Iron Bridge 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

Invention

Tonight the moon is a cracker,
with a bite out of it
floating in the night,

and in a week or so
according to the calendar
it will probably look

like a silver football,

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