Comments about Roy Clements
I Wish I'D Written That
(After Billy Collins)
I understand your method – you sitting
behind a window in a quiet room (which
I imagine to be dimly lit) , with sleepy dog,
your pencil sharpened to a fine point,
poised above a clean white sheet,
expecting verses from the bending trees.
The pencil seems a thin knife with which
you peel back a moment’s orange skin,
to give a reader’s tongue the tang of now.
On a number of occasions past I’ve sat,
as now, behind a window here at home,
my wife reading in another chair,
me with your short triplet verses ...