Billy Collins Poems
|41.||The First Dream||1/13/2003|
|42.||The First Night||4/8/2015|
|43.||The Iron Bridge||1/13/2003|
|46.||The Only Day In Existence||1/13/2003|
|50.||Walking Across The Atlantic||1/13/2003|
|52.||Writing In The Afterlife||5/14/2015|
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 ...
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,