The trouble with poetry collins
The Trouble With Poetry - And Other Poems by Billy CollinsPlayfulness, spare elegance, and wit epitomize the poetry of Billy Collins. With his distinct voice and accessible language, Americas two-term Poet Laureate has opened the door to poetry for countless people for whom it might otherwise remain closed.
Like the present books title, Collinss poems are filled with mischief, humor, and irony, Poetry speaks to all people, it is said, but here I would like to address / only those in my own time zone-but also with quiet observation, intense wonder, and a reverence for the everyday: The birds are in their trees, / the toast is in the toaster, / and the poets are at their windows. / They are at their windows in every section of the tangerine of earth-the Chinese poets looking up at the moon, / the American poets gazing out / at the pink and blue ribbons of sunrise.
Through simple language, Collins shows that good poetry doesnt have to be obscure or incomprehensible, qualities that are perhaps the real trouble with most serious poetry: By now, it should go without saying / that what the oven is to the baker / and the berry-stained blouse to the drycleaner / so the window is to the poet.
In this dazzling new collection, his first in three years, Collins explores boyhood, jazz, love, the passage of time, and, of course, writing-themes familiar to Collinss fans but made new here. Gorgeous, funny, and deeply empathetic, Billy Collinss poetry is a window through which we see our lives as if for the first time.
"The Trouble with Poetry" - Billy Collins
The Trouble With Poetry - And Other Poems
Add to list. The Trouble with Poetry The Trouble with Poetry: A Poem of Explanation Billy Collins The trouble with poetry, I realized as I walked along a beach one night -- cold Florida sand under my bare feet, a show of stars in the sky -- the trouble with poetry is that it encourages the writing of more poetry, more guppies crowding the fish tank, more baby rabbits hopping out of their mothers into the dewy grass. And how will it ever end? Poetry fills me with joy and I rise like a feather in the wind. Poetry fills me with sorrow and I sink like a chain flung from a bridge. But mostly poetry fills me with the urge to write poetry, to sit in the dark and wait for a little flame to appear at the tip of my pencil. And along with that, the longing to steal, to break into the poems of others with a flashlight and a ski mask.
In college, I once heard a classmate chided for using the word horizon in a poem. Horizon is a word, our teacher said, that has become so poetically hackneyed it is nearly impossible to use meaningfully in poetry. Dabblers in poetry might find such rules useful, the poem suggests, but true poets need not abide by them. For in his poems, too, these expressions often seem hackneyed and saccharine, almost like stock images. Time here twists and bends and layers itself, becoming a metaphor for our tangible humanity.
I wonder how you are going to feel when you find out that I wrote this instead of you. I don't think this next poem needs any introduction - it's best to let the work speak for itself,. View all New York Times newsletters. But the teasing this writer does is harmless, really, and contrary to what some critics have suggested,. In the end, what we need from a poet with Collins's talent is not a good-natured wave.
The trouble with poetry, I realized as I walked along a beach one night -- cold Florida sand under my bare feet, a show of stars in the sky -- the trouble with poetry.
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