Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Billy Collins Poems

1. Writing In The Afterlife 5/14/2015
2. Workshop 4/14/2015
3. Some Days 11/3/2015
4. The Death of Allegory 9/18/2015
5. Morning 12/7/2015
6. The First Night 4/8/2015
7. Silence 4/24/2015
8. Night Golf 3/9/2015
9. Man in Space 6/23/2015
10. The Lanyard 5/11/2015
11. Christmas Sparrow 12/15/2014
12. The Names 10/5/2011
13. The Iron Bridge 1/13/2003
14. Tomes 1/13/2003
15. Study In Orange And White 1/13/2003
16. The Only Day In Existence 1/13/2003
17. Walking Across The Atlantic 1/13/2003
18. Thesaurus 1/13/2003
19. Nightclub 1/13/2003
20. Today 1/13/2003
21. The Best Cigarette 1/13/2003
22. Pinup 1/13/2003
23. Reading An Anthology Of Chinese Poems Of The Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire The Length And Clarity Of Their Titles 1/13/2003
24. Snow Day 1/13/2003
25. Man Listening To Disc 1/13/2003
26. Consolation 1/13/2003
27. For Bartleby The Scrivener 1/13/2003
28. Neither Snow 1/13/2003
29. Dear Reader 1/13/2003
30. Nostalgia 1/13/2003
31. The First Dream 1/13/2003
32. Fishing On The Susquehanna In July 1/13/2003
33. Shoveling Snow With Buddha 1/13/2003
34. Candle Hat 1/13/2003
35. By A Swimming Pool Outside Syracusa 1/13/2003
36. The Art Of Drowning 1/13/2003
37. Embrace 2/13/2007
38. Madmen 1/13/2003
39. I Go Back To The House For A Book 1/13/2003
40. Marginalia 1/13/2003

Comments about Billy Collins

  • Donna DeHaan (2/20/2018 7:29:00 PM)

    What is the name of the poem written about his dog?

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  • Wilson Lanford (1/15/2018 9:41:00 AM)

    Poetry is very individual in form. Collins poems are conversational which I like. If you don't like his poetry you wouldn't like Seamus Haney either. Some poetry is great, some stinks. People who use a few words to describe a tree and throw in Greek goddesses are an example.. When I read Collins, I feel I know something about him. Not everyone has to like his writing. He does it for himself anyway.

  • KoKoDoggo (1/11/2018 9:47:00 AM)

    i think his poems are great
    you should stop hating is work

  • Joseph Pedulla (12/17/2017 6:25:00 PM)

    To Kevan Murphie: Your not reading Robideaux's whole comment is hardly a refutation. You're not bored by Collins? Dust is more exciting! Robideaux is right. We have put this poetaster on a pedestal he does not deserve. His work is pathetic. Common, pedestrian, trivial. He has no vigor, no arrogance! We want fire from a poet laureate, not baby food! ! ! My own poetry would make this guy's best stuff look like tripe! ! ! I'd be willing to go on national television to prove it, too!

  • john cena (12/11/2017 8:58:00 AM)

    Hes GUUCI and he is really coooooool

  • Mike Honestman (5/28/2017 8:30:00 PM)

    srsly thumbs up below if u wana support TRUTH #BURNALLPOERTY

    #TV4LYFEEEEEEEEE

  • Mike Honestman (5/28/2017 8:27:00 PM)

    Ha lol Billy collins sux so much like srsly. poems are so lame man, and his aren; 't even funy or remotely entertaining. I think playing videogames or watching TV is wayy better than this man's work. THUMBS UP IF U AGREE WITH THE OBVIOUS TRUTH OF THIS COMMNET! ! ! 11! ! !

  • Ranak Zaman Ranak Zaman (4/27/2016 9:31:00 AM)

    best poet of modern poetry

  • Isaac Ramos (3/11/2016 11:27:00 AM)

    Your poems make me snore sm.

  • David Wood David Wood (9/22/2015 10:01:00 AM)

    I wish you'd read my Things to Get poem and poets comment.

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

Pinup

The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense
that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup
drawings on the wall above a bench of tools.
Your ears are ringing with the sound of
the mechanic hammering on your exhaust pipe,
and as you look closer you notice that this month's
is not the one pushing the lawn mower, wearing
a straw hat and very short blue shorts,
her shirt tied in a knot just below her breasts.

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