Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Billy Collins Poems

1. Workshop 4/14/2015
2. The Lanyard 5/11/2015
3. Man in Space -new- 6/23/2015
4. Silence 4/24/2015
5. Writing In The Afterlife 5/14/2015
6. The First Night 4/8/2015
7. Night Golf 3/9/2015
8. Christmas Sparrow 12/15/2014
9. The Names 10/5/2011
10. Study In Orange And White 1/13/2003
11. Tomes 1/13/2003
12. The Iron Bridge 1/13/2003
13. The Only Day In Existence 1/13/2003
14. Pinup 1/13/2003
15. The Art Of Drowning 1/13/2003
16. Today 1/13/2003
17. The Best Cigarette 1/13/2003
18. Reading An Anthology Of Chinese Poems Of The Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire The Length And Clarity Of Their Titles 1/13/2003
19. Nightclub 1/13/2003
20. Thesaurus 1/13/2003
21. Walking Across The Atlantic 1/13/2003
22. For Bartleby The Scrivener 1/13/2003
23. Neither Snow 1/13/2003
24. Snow Day 1/13/2003
25. Dear Reader 1/13/2003
26. Man Listening To Disc 1/13/2003
27. The First Dream 1/13/2003
28. Nostalgia 1/13/2003
29. Shoveling Snow With Buddha 1/13/2003
30. Consolation 1/13/2003
31. Invention 1/13/2003
32. By A Swimming Pool Outside Syracusa 1/13/2003
33. Candle Hat 1/13/2003
34. Fishing On The Susquehanna In July 1/13/2003
35. Madmen 1/13/2003
36. Marginalia 1/13/2003
37. I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version Of "Three Blind Mice" 1/13/2003
38. Japan 1/13/2003
39. Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes 1/7/2004
40. Child Development 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Billy Collins

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 by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping ...

Read the full of Forgetfulness

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 the night I mentioned to you
I wanted to write about the madmen,
as the newspapers so blithely call them,

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