“I
think what gets a poem going is an initiating line. Sometimes a first line will
occur, and it goes nowhere; but other times - and this, I think, is a sense you
develop - I can tell that the line wants to continue. If it does, I can feel a
sense of momentum - the poem finds a reason for continuing.” –
Billy Collins
Born
in New York City in 1941, Collins is a former U.S. Poet Laureate, internationally
acclaimed author of dozens of collections of poetry, and recipient of several
international prizes for his contributions to the field of literature and
letters. For Saturday’s Poem, here is
Collins’,
Morning
Why
do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—
maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins—
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,
and, if necessary, the windows—
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
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