Treasure Island

Billy Collins

(22 March 1941 - / New York City)

Candle Hat


In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates:
Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes,
Van Gogh stares out of a halo of swirling darkness,
Rembrant looks relieved as if he were taking a breather
from painting The Blinding of Sampson.

But in this one Goya stands well back from the mirror
and is seen posed in the clutter of his studio
addressing a canvas tilted back on a tall easel.

He appears to be smiling out at us as if he knew
we would be amused by the extraordinary hat on his head
which is fitted around the brim with candle holders,
a device that allowed him to work into the night.

You can only wonder what it would be like
to be wearing such a chandelier on your head
as if you were a walking dining room or concert hall.

But once you see this hat there is no need to read
any biography of Goya or to memorize his dates.

To understand Goya you only have to imagine him
lighting the candles one by one, then placing
the hat on his head, ready for a night of work.

Imagine him surprising his wife with his new invention,
the laughing like a birthday cake when she saw the glow.

Imagine him flickering through the rooms of his house
with all the shadows flying across the walls.

Imagine a lost traveler knocking on his door
one dark night in the hill country of Spain.
"Come in, " he would say, "I was just painting myself,"
as he stood in the doorway holding up the wand of a brush,
illuminated in the blaze of his famous candle hat.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Eiz Qarqash (6/3/2012 5:53:00 AM)

    This poem is second to none. It's the first poem I read for Mr. Collins and it's the best poem ever. As I read it, I'd just start wondering where Mr. Collins got all that creativity from. (Report) Reply

  • Michael Gale (4/9/2009 10:00:00 PM)

    Imagine what would have happened as he walked through his house and had accidently got too close to a window drapery, or perhaps a Christmas Tree too old and dried out around Christmas time. Great poem Mr. Collins.

    God bless us all-MJG. (Report) Reply

  • Tired of Being Exploited (5/25/2007 12:48:00 PM)

    This is such a brilliant piece of perception, Collins captures the majick playfulnes of Goya's self-portrait with the same sense of mirth that is held by Goya on his own face. Time for some studying and imitation... (Report) Reply

  • T F Rice (7/31/2006 7:46:00 PM)

    This is my new favorite poem by Billy Collins! I had not read this one before this moment but I will read it again and again. The overlooked idea of Chiaroscuro in art is beautiful and can be quite breathtaking. Somehow, by humble poem, Mr. Collins has done the same, transporting us all through time. Painting with words... amazing... thank you... T F Rice (Report) Reply

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