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A Poem by Billy Collins: Pinup

  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 …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: Picnic, Lightning

  Picnic, Lightning It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. Pedestrians are flattened by safes falling from rooftops mostly within the panels of the comics, but still, …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: On Turning Ten

  On Turning Ten The whole idea of it makes me feel like I’m coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache or the headaches I get from reading in bad light– a kind of measles of the …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: Nostalgia

  Nostalgia Remember the 1340’s? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade, and I was draped in one of those capes that were popular, the ones with unicorns and …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: Nightclub

  Nightclub You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps coming up in songs and poems. There seems to be no room for variation. I have never heard …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: Neither Snow

  Neither Snow When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing the maw of an advancing whale. At least they looked that way to me from the taxi …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: Marginalia

  Marginalia   Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. If I could just get my hands on you, Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O’Brien, they seem to …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: Man Listening To Disc

  Man Listening To Disc This is not bad — ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft calipers of these earphones, as if he were right beside me on this clear day …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: Madmen

  Madmen They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it out too early, they warn, your poem will fly away, and this time they are absolutely right. Take …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: Litany

  Litany You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine… -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goblet and the wine. You are the dew on the morning grass and the …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: Japan

  Japan Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating the same small, perfect grape again and again. I walk through the house reciting it and leave its …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: Invention

  Invention Tonight the moon is a cracker, with a bite out of it floating in the night, and in a week or so according to the calendar it will probably look like a silver football, and nine, maybe ten …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: I Ask You

  I Ask You 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 …

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A Poem by Billy Collins: Forgetfulness

  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 …

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