sailing alone around the room by billy collins

His works represent such an insightful ‘slice-of-life’, if you will, that cuts to the core of what it is to be a functioning lover of the arts in this day and age. New York native Collins is a highly decorated poet, and quite deservingly so. Often quite funny and whimsical, yet also tender, sentimental and enduring, Billy Collins is absolutely incredible and I cannot help but fall into superlative clichés in crying my love for his simple poetry from atop this Goodreads mountain. Also, this Selected Works slim size (192pgs dripping wet) is deceiving of the momentous achievements sequestered beneath the covers. It is well worth your time, even if you don’t typically like poetry as Collins writes in such an accessible manner that reading his poems are as simple and refreshing as breathing the clean morning air. If you have yet to read his works, I would like to take this opportunity to direct you here. This particular collection serves as an early ‘best of’ and would make a perfect introduction to Collins. The man is a pure shot of brilliance his serene and seemingly effortless prose will seduce your intellect and make sweet, playful love to your soul. They have moved themselves around shamelessly to feed my unbridled pleasure.Īnd paste me in the book you always carry.’īilly Collins, the American Poet Laureate from 2001-2003, is a poet whom you really always keep with you. My fingertips thirsty, absorb this ink and intoxicated,

Through a meadow and the shadows of cloudsĪnd I will walk with you as far as the garden. Where the windows darken then fill with light. I slide it off my bones like a silken garment. Then I remove my flesh and hang it over a chair. That this place where they pace and danceīeyond these late- night, practically empty streets. Why do we bother with the rest of the day, I can feel the whole house turning with me, Watching the trees full of light- green buds How easy he has made it for me to enter here,Īnd later when I say it to you in the dark,Īnd I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you They clutter my windshield and call forth my senses. I am a sinner, not a scholar and rearrange them as it pleases me. If you have but a moment, then leave this page at once and read his review.Īnd so I sail, around the room, while bits and pieces of this cling to me. I love poetry so it seems that I was destined to find

It is in the very air I breathe, deep and slow. It is in the words we read and those we speak to each other. I am humbled to remember that poetry is after all everywhere.

Through the swaying branches of the willow,

Sailing alone around the room by billy collins