Playfulness, spare elegance, and wit epitomize the poetry of Billy Collins.With his distinct voice and accessible language, Americaâs two-term Poet Laureate has opened the door to poetry for countless people for whom it might otherwise remain closed.
Like the present bookâs title, Collinsâs poems are filled with mischief, humor, and irony, âPoetry speaks to all people, it is said, but here I would like to address / only those in my own time zoneââbut also with quiet observation, intense wonder, and a reverence for the everyday: âThe 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 earthâthe Chinese poets looking up at the moon, / the American poets gazing out / at the pink and blue ribbons of sunrise.â
Through simple language, Collins shows that good poetry doesnât have to be obscure or incomprehensible, qualities that are perhaps the real trouble with most âseriousâ poetry: âBy 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.â
In this dazzling new collection, his first in three years, Collins explores boyhood, jazz, love, the passage of time, and, of course, writingâthemes familiar to Collinsâs fans but made new here. Gorgeous, funny, and deeply empathetic, Billy Collinsâs poetry is a window through which we see our lives as if for the first time.
Playfulness, spare elegance, and wit epitomize the poetry of Billy Collins.With his distinct voice and accessible language, Americaâs two-term Poet Laureate has opened the door to poetry for countless people for whom it might otherwise remain closed.
Like the present bookâs title, Collinsâs poems are filled with mischief, humor, and irony, âPoetry speaks to all people, it is said, but here I would like to address / only those in my own time zoneââbut also with quiet observation, intense wonder, and a reverence for the everyday: âThe 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 earthâthe Chinese poets looking up at the moon, / the American poets gazing out / at the pink and blue ribbons of sunrise.â
Through simple language, Collins shows that good poetry doesnât have to be obscure or incomprehensible, qualities that are perhaps the real trouble with most âseriousâ poetry: âBy 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.â
In this dazzling new collection, his first in three years, Collins explores boyhood, jazz, love, the passage of time, and, of course, writingâthemes familiar to Collinsâs fans but made new here. Gorgeous, funny, and deeply empathetic, Billy Collinsâs poetry is a window through which we see our lives as if for the first time.