Wednesday, April 10, 2013

National Poetry Month - Billy Collins

Harvest in Provence - Vincent Van Gogh, 1888

Billy Collins was America's Poet Laureate from 2001 - 2003.  I became a fan of his poetry during his appointment as Poet Laureate.  His poems are very approachable, and I would have a hard time choosing a favorite.  Here is one you might enjoy (from Sailing Alone Around the Room).

The Night House

Every day the body works in the fields of the world
mending a stone wall
or swinging a sickle through the tall grass--
the grass of civics, the grass of money--
and every night the body curls around itself
and listens for the soft bells of sleep.

But the heart is restless and rises
from the body in the middle of the night,
leaves the trapezoidal bedroom
with its thick, pictureless walls
to sit by herself at the kitchen table
and heat some milk in a pan.

And the mind gets up too, puts on a robe
and goes downstairs, lights a cigarette,
and opens a book on engineering.
Even the conscience awakens
and roams from room to room in the dark,
darting away from every mirror like a strange fish.

And the soul is up on the roof
in her nightdress, straddling the ridge,
singing a song about the wildness of the sea
until the first rip of pink appears in the sky.
Then, they all will return to the sleeping body
the way a flock of birds settles back into a tree,

resuming their daily colloquy,
talking to each other or themselves
even through the heat of the long afternoons.

Which is why the body--that house of voices--
sometimes puts down its metal tongs, its needle, or its pen
to stare into the distance,

to listen to all its names being called
before bending again to its labor.
---Billy Collins

Lady Sewing - Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1879

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  1. Waiting for that rip of pink...What a great image. Too bad the bending to our labor occupies so many of our waking hours.

    1. I agree! At least our labors needn't fully occupy our minds!