Collins everywhere. Wouldn’t that be great?
I did something very unlike a New Yorker today - kept a goofy smile all the way from the 5th Avenue subway station to home. How could I not? I’d just read these:
The Rival Poet
- Billy Collins
The column of your book titles,
always introducing your latest one,
looms over me like Roman architecture.
It is longer than the name
of an Italian countess, longer
than this poem will probably be.
Etched on the head of a pin,
my own production would leave room for
The Lord’s Prayer and many dancing angels.
No matter.
In my revenge daydream I am the one
poised on the marble staircase
high above the crowded ballroom.
A retainer in livery announces me
and the Contessa Maria Teresa Isabella
Veronica Multalire Eleganza de Bella Ferrari.
You are the one below
fidgeting in your rented tux
with some local Cindy hanging all over you.
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Earthling
- Billy Collins
You have probably come across
those scales in planetariums
that tell you how much you
would weigh on other planets.
You have noticed the fat ones
lingering on the Mars scale
and the emaciated slowing up
the line for Neptune.
As a creature of average weight,
I fail to see the attraction.
Imagine squatting in the wasteland
of Pluto, all five tons of you,
or wandering around Mercury
wondering what to do next with your ounce.
How much better to step onto
the simple bathroom scale,
a happy earthling feeling
the familiar ropes of gravity.
157 pounds standing soaking wet
a respectful distance from the sun.
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Perhaps it’s just me, but there seems to be a lot of Billy Collins around lately. Falstaff’s been posting some wonderful stuff by Collins over at Poi-tre. And this morning, Ganja Turtle emailed this* delightful poem. So, I finally picked up a volume of Collins at the library this evening.
* I refer to ‘The Country’


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Goofy is da word!
Ganja Turtle / November 15th, 2006, 5:43 am / #
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