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Monday, October 1, 2012
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,
it is 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 you watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,
something else is slipping away,
a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle,
the capital of Paraguay.
Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.
It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion
where you will join those who have even forgotten how to swim
and how to ride a bicycle.
No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window
seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Billy Collins - Some Days
Some days I put the people in their places at the table.
Bend their legs at the knees if they come with that feature.
And fix them into the tiny wooden chairs.
All afternoon they face each other.
The man in the brown suit,
the woman in the blue dress.
Perfectly motionless,
perfectly behaved.
But other days, I am the one who is lifted up by the ribs,
then lowered into the dining room of a doll house to sit with the others at the long table.
Very funny,
but how would you like it if you never know
from one day to the next if you were going to spend it striding around like a vivid God,
your shoulders in the clouds.
Or sitting down there amidst the wallpaper,
staring straight ahead with your little plastic face.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
As much as I can stand
You look beautiful tonight than I remember.
I'm so glad I got to see you once again.
I've enjoyed just sitting down and reminiscing,
But I've enjoyed as much of this as I can stand.
You say you wish that I could tell you all the secret.
No, I don't think I have the time to tell you,
not right now, not in front of your friend.
But I've enjoyed as much of this as I can stand.
Oh, there's so much more between us than this table.
All our hopes, all our dreams, all my plans.
Yes, it goes without me saying "I still love you"
But I've enjoyed as much of this as I can stand.
Yes, it goes without me saying "I hate to leave you"
But I've enjoyed as much of this as I can stand.
I'm so glad I got to see you once again.
I've enjoyed just sitting down and reminiscing,
But I've enjoyed as much of this as I can stand.
You say you wish that I could tell you all the secret.
No, I don't think I have the time to tell you,
not right now, not in front of your friend.
But I've enjoyed as much of this as I can stand.
Oh, there's so much more between us than this table.
All our hopes, all our dreams, all my plans.
Yes, it goes without me saying "I still love you"
But I've enjoyed as much of this as I can stand.
Yes, it goes without me saying "I hate to leave you"
But I've enjoyed as much of this as I can stand.
Hey stalker, yes, you. Quit smiling. You know who you are.
This is for you. The only person who successfully made me skip my work so far.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
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