Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Billy Collins Poems

41. The First Night 4/8/2015
42. The Iron Bridge 1/13/2003
43. The Lanyard 5/11/2015
44. The Names 10/5/2011
45. The Only Day In Existence 1/13/2003
46. Thesaurus 1/13/2003
47. Today 1/13/2003
48. Tomes 1/13/2003
49. Walking Across The Atlantic 1/13/2003
50. Workshop 4/14/2015
51. Writing In The Afterlife 5/14/2015
Best Poem of Billy Collins


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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