Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Comments about Billy Collins

  • Bobby (9/11/2018 7:44:00 PM)

    Hi my name is Bobby so yah watsup! ! ! ! ! !

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  • Fortnite sucks (9/2/2018 6:41:00 PM)

    I love Billy Collins! ! ! ! He is such a cool writer and his work is amazing! ! My favorite poem however is Invention! ! And if you have not read it well then you are missing out.

  • Betty (8/17/2018 11:43:00 AM)

    To Joseph Pedulla: Here's one that might be better suited to your intellect and Chris's. It goes: Twinkle twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky.....

  • Joseph Pedulla (5/12/2018 1:24:00 PM)

    To Chris Robideaux: Dear Chris, I stopped by the site to read a few poems and, in so doing, read again your comment on the so-called poetry of Billy Collins. I have to tell you that your comment is perhaps the most intelligent and articulate assessment of this man's poor excuse for poetry that I have ever read! It gives me such joy to see someone out there who understands what a fraud this guy really is! Keep up the good work! Never flinch!

  • margaret (5/1/2018 1:53:00 AM)

    poems of towns and cities

  • margaret (5/1/2018 1:52:00 AM)

    billy Collins poetry of towns and cities

  • poems of towns and cities (5/1/2018 1:44:00 AM)

    need these for homework

  • Dr Carole Weaver (4/2/2018 8:55:00 AM)

    I am looking for a Billy Collins' poem on old people's homes.

  • Gulzar Hussain ranjoor (3/30/2018 8:38:00 AM)

    Nice poems

  • your mom (3/14/2018 2:27:00 PM)

    this was a very good poem site

Best Poem of Billy Collins

Forgetfulness

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

I Ask You

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?

It gives me time to think

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