Author: Billy Collins

You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine… – Jacques Crickillon You are the bread […]

The neighbors’ dog will not stop barking. He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark That he barks every time […]

I wonder how it all got started, this business About seeing your life flash before your eyes While you drown, […]

Tonight the moon is a cracker, With a bite out of it Floating in the night, And in a week […]

Baudelaire considers you his brother, And Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs As if to make sure you […]

The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense That you cannot make out the calendar of pinup Drawings […]

All afternoon I have been struggling To communicate in Italian With Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun To resemble the […]

Today I pass the time reading A favorite haiku, Saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating […]

This is not bad Ambling along 44th Street With Sonny Rollins for company, His music flowing through the soft calipers […]

If ever there were a spring day so perfect, So uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze That it made you […]