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

  • Isaac Halberstadt (8/12/2017 12:05:00 AM)


    This one is...weird. In that it's not...weird.
    Collins' poetry usually has a playful and facetious edge to it, a twist or mystery wrapped up inside that belies the otherwise commonplace phrasing. Of course, we all need a little break from cynicism and smartassery every once in a while, and maybe this is just him enjoying the simplicity of the moment for once, but, compared to his other stuff, this one just seems oddly sincere. Unless, of course, I'm not getting the joke
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  • (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

  • 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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