Billy Collins (22 March 1941 - / New York City)
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Candle Hat
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates:
Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes,
Van Gogh stares out of a halo of swirling darkness,
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Billy Collins
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This poem is second to none. It's the first poem I read for Mr. Collins and it's the best poem ever. As I read it, I'd just start wondering where Mr. Collins got all that creativity from.
Collins reminds me of Walter Matheau. His dry humor is insatiable.
Imagine what would have happened as he walked through his house and had accidently got too close to a window drapery, or perhaps a Christmas Tree too old and dried out around Christmas time. Great poem Mr. Collins.
God bless us all-MJG.
This is such a brilliant piece of perception, Collins captures the majick playfulnes of Goya's self-portrait with the same sense of mirth that is held by Goya on his own face. Time for some studying and imitation...
This is my new favorite poem by Billy Collins! I had not read this one before this moment but I will read it again and again. The overlooked idea of Chiaroscuro in art is beautiful and can be quite breathtaking. Somehow, by humble poem, Mr. Collins has done the same, transporting us all through time. Painting with words... amazing... thank you... T F Rice