Treasure Island

Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Nostalgia


Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult.
You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade,
and I was draped in one of those capes that were popular,
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  • E Berdovsky (2/12/2009 8:26:00 PM)

    From mawkish to sentimental to pseudo- profound. Well I guess one can't accuse poetry of being 'highbrow' anymore. What a pedestrian mind! (Report) Reply

  • Fay Slimm (12/11/2008 8:52:00 AM)

    What a novel way with Nostalgia - - taken from the standpoint of the genesis of man this makes much sense. Why not communal nostalgia - if we probe long enough into the communal mind we are bound to unearth such memories.... written here of course with humour too..... salutations dear Sire - - - from Lady Fay of Cornwall U.K. on this auspicious day in 1570 say. (Report) Reply

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