In ‘The History Teacher,’ the titular educator neglects to teach his students about the cold, hard realities of the past in order to protect their innocence from reality.
Trying to protect his students' innocence
he told them the Ice Age was really just
the Chilly Age, a period of a million years
when everyone had to wear sweaters.
In ‘Aimless Love,” the speaker finds himself falling love with the precarious beauty of everyday life.
As the title of his 2013 collection, 'Aimless Love' is an excellent example of Collins' particular brand of witty lyricism and his career-long focus on ordinary life. He draws the reader in through images from all areas of life, which is characteristic of his accessible but deceptively simple poetry.
This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.
‘My Number’ by Billy Collins takes a jocular approach to wrangling with the existential anxieties brought on when thinking about death.
This is a poem from Billy Collins that displays all his wit and profundity in one. It balances with humor and irony an intimate introspection about death, one that both makes light of this very universal fear by poking fun at humanity's terror over such an inevitable part of life. Collins' use of personification renders the figure of death into something dually foreboding and oddly personable.
Is Death miles away from this house,
reaching for a widow in Cincinnati
or breathing down the neck of a lost hiker
in British Columbia?
‘Afternoon with Irish Cows’ describes one speaker’s presumptions about the interior lives of cows and the power that sound has over human understanding.
‘Introduction to Poetry’ by Billy Collins is a beautiful poem that speaks about the nature of poetry. The poet considers how poetry should be appreciated and comprehended.
‘Man Listening to Disc’ is a poem written by “the most popular poet in America”, Billy Collins. This poem presents the poet’s feelings while listening to jazz music.
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I wonder how it all got started, this business
about seeing your life flash before your eyes
while you drown, as if panic, or the act of submergence,
could startle time into such compression, crushing
decades in the vice of your desperate, final seconds.
There are many that I miss
having sent my last one out a car window
sparking along the road one night, years ago.
‘The Dead’ eliminates the gap between the living and the poor. It draws our attention to the fact that the dead are always watching us and waiting for our arrival.
In the poem, ‘The Revenant’, Billy Collins channels the spirit of a deceased dog and subverts the accepted relationship of man and his best friend.
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