![]() His poems are wonderfully varied, usually light hearted, sometimes comical. What Billy writes makes perfect sense to me, first that he would be contemplating all manner of things such as questions about angels, but also that he would go to the trouble of inviting the rest of us to join him. ![]() I hope you enjoy this poem by Billy Collins from his collection “Sailing Alone Around the Room.” I’m sending you a poem –written by someone else - because as I said, my brain is busy thinking about what to put in my very small suitcase, wondering what to give my daughter for Christmas, and writing a set of instructions for the (new) pet sitter. These poems show Collins at his best, performing the kinds of distinctive poetic maneuvers. Me? I’ll be hanging tinsel on parts of life that could use a touch of silver.īut today, I’m doing the only thing a westward-ho writer could possibly do. Sailing Alone Around the Room, by America’s Poet Laureate, Billy Collins, contains both new poems and a generous gathering from his earlier collections The Apple That Astonished Paris, Questions About Angels, The Art of Drowning, and Picnic, Lightning. ![]() The children carelessly scribble their final assignments, eyes on the door, ready to pile from the room, go sledding, drink hot chocolate. I’m fresh out of anything to say, because after all, it’s almost Christmas vacation. Billy Collins Sailing Alone Around the Room: New and Selected Poems New York: Random House (2001) 174pp. ![]()
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