You reader by billy collins

I have every intention of using this as my model when someone asks me for a brief description of myself. I am omitting the name on the off chance that this poor bastard is still alive. His many hobbies have included, from time to time, printing, bookbinding, gem cutting, most forms of work and metal work, and fishing.

You reader by billy collins

Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you have not closed the book, and now I am summoning you up again, attentive ghost, dark silent figure standing in the doorway of these words.

Pope welcomes you into the glow of his study, takes down a leather-bound Ovid to show you.

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Tennyson lifts the latch to a moated garden, and with Yeats you lean against a broken pear tree, the day hooded by low clouds. But now you are here with me, composed in the open field of this page, no room or manicured garden to enclose us, no Zeitgeist marching in the background, no heavy ethos thrown over us like a cloak.

Instead, our meeting is so brief and accidental, unnoticed by the monocled eye of History, you could be the man I held the door for this morning at the bank or post office or the one who wrapped my speckled fish.

You could be someone I passed on the street or the face behind the wheel of an oncoming car.

You reader by billy collins

The sunlight flashes off your windshield, and when I look up into the small, posted mirror, I watch you diminish—my echo, my twin— and vanish around a curve in this whip of a road we can't help traveling together.“You, Reader” by Billy Collins On April 29, April 21, By Christina's Words In Art, Poetry Still life with Apples and Pears by Paul Cézanne at The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

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Jan 07,  · you leaning in a doorway somewhere near some blue hydrangeas, reading this. -- What I love about Billy Collins' poems are that they always seem to be a dialog with us, his djWhite. Life and works. Wren was born in East Knoyle in Wiltshire, the only surviving son of Christopher Wren the Elder (–) and Mary Cox, the only child of the Wiltshire squire Robert Cox from Fonthill regardbouddhiste.comopher Sr.

was at that time the rector of East Knoyle and later Dean of was while they were living at East Knoyle that all their children were born; Mary, Catherine and.

Sep 04,  · Billy Collins, the U.S. poet laureate from to , is the author of seven collections of poetry and is a distinguished professor of English at Lehman College of the City University of New York.

He serves as the poet laureate of New York State.

Analysis of Poem Forgetfulness by Billy Collins | Owlcation

You, Reader I wonder how you are going to feel when you find out that I wrote this instead of you, that it was I who got up early to sit in the kitchen and mention with a pen the rain-soaked windows, the ivy wallpaper, and the goldfish circling in its bowl.

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