Today, by Billy Collins

It’s a Billy Collins day.  And then Billy nails it, as always.

 

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

“Today” by Billy Collins
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4 Responses to “Today, by Billy Collins”
  1. I can taste it! Thanks ! Sincerely Deborah

  2. Randy Mazie says:

    I love Billy Collins. Thanks for sharing this.
    These lines:

    a hammer to the glass paperweight
    on the living room end table,
    releasing the inhabitants
    from their snow-covered cottage
    so they could walk out,
    holding hands and squinting

    make me breathless. His eye, his imagination, his word release are amazing.
    One of my favorites is his:

    Introduction to Poetry

    with his:
    I say drop a mouse into a poem
    and watch hm probe his way out
    or walk inside a poem’s room
    and feel the walls for a light switch

    thanks, Randy
    thewritersvillage.wordpress.com

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