Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

I Ask You - Poem by Billy Collins

What scene would I want to be enveloped in
more than this one,
an ordinary night at the kitchen table,
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Comments about I Ask You by Billy Collins

  • (10/25/2016 12:29:00 PM)

    I ask you
    Collins doesn't know when to end an image. He always strings it out far too long, as in the line or a coffee-colored Aston Martin DB4/ with cracked green leather seats. The level of specificity is overdone, and the time-bound reference to a particular car made by a particular company will date the poem in very little time. Bad judgment. (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Anas Affan (9/22/2016 5:56:00 AM)


    wonderful written........superb thinking...........nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Anas Affan (9/22/2016 5:53:00 AM)


    superb written..............wonderful
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  • (6/30/2014 8:53:00 PM)


    What scene would I want to be enveloped in
    more than this one,
    an ordinary night at the kitchen table,
    floral wallpaper pressing in,
    white cabinets full of glass,
    the telephone silent,
    a pen tilted back in my hand?
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  • (3/14/2014 8:02:00 PM)


    So forgive me
    if I lower my head now and listen
    to the short bass candle as he takes a solo
    while my heart
    thrums under my shirt-
    frog at the edge of a pond-
    and my thoughts fly off to a province
    made of one enormous sky
    and about a million empty branches.
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  • Heather Wilkins (7/1/2013 3:10:00 PM)


    beautiful write. I enjoyed he read (Report) Reply

  • (3/26/2013 8:46:00 PM)


    I Tell You

    I am envious of your candle,
    having only a cheap logoed cup with two sad pens busy inking the bottom
    in lieu of tea.
    And a black phone silently telling me I have seven missed calls
    none of which compel me to return them
    as I am busy
    gazing out my window
    where the winter oaks just beyond the parking lot
    dream of medieval forests
    and small albino deer.
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  • Wahab Abdul (5/30/2012 8:14:00 AM)


    its a nice poem i like it.... (Report) Reply

  • (12/16/2007 7:09:00 AM)


    now isn't that just what everybody needs eventually........a place to call 'home'........after being on those paths, wandering for so long..........it makes me think of getting old (Report) Reply








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