Today Poem by Billy Collins

Full version: If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you want to throw open all the windows in the house and unlatch the door to the canary's cage, indeed, rip the little door from its jamb, a day when the cool brick paths and the garden bursting with peonies seemed so etched in sunlight that you felt like taking a hammer to the glass paperweight on the living room end table, releasing the inhabitants from their snow-covered cottage so they could walk out, holding hands and squinting into this larger dome of blue and white, well, today is just that kind of day.

a hammer to the glass paperweight on the living room end table............/// wise writings

When I read the whole poem It was so much better, thanks. A classy poem in ideas and form-one long periodic sentence linking the stanzas in untroubled unity.

Thank you so much Michael Shepherd for the full version of the poem. Let January, February end and we all will be waiting for this kind of day.

I wonder who chose this poem. Which country has Spring in January. Certainly not NewYork! I am sure Billy Collins has many poems better that this.

Their time....young hearts like orchestras sang out in infancy and innocence, enveloped now they feel no doubt time stood still no thought of imminence......waiting there to claim allegiance allure them to its core, they'll never no what might have been their time swallowed up by war.