At the Poetry Reading
(after Billy Collins)
Listening to his poems
and to the audience
laughing and giving that
singular sound of recognition,
I wanted someone to
read my poems so I
could hear that inhalation.
After, he took questions.
He said he searched for the
ending while he wrote
I noted that he mentioned
using pencils,
several times in fact,
but not what brand,
and I couldn’t bring
myself to ask.
He dispensed courage to
the roomful of folks —
poets and readers —
keeping a share to
take home in his pocket.
Mom and I leaving Palmer House this morning after hearing Billy Collins read his poetry last night.
Breakfast at the Blue Benn in Bennington:
and waiting for me at home, reassurance that it is truly spring:
I’m jealous! I just discovered Billy Collins this year. My daughter went to Bennington College. Lovely poem!
He gives wonderful readings as you might guess. Very personable and funny
Billy would be proud of you.
Aww I’m blushing. Thank you!
I agree I am proud of you. We so enjoyed our evening with hundreds of other folk enjoying Bill Collins read his poetry and shareing hopeful useful answers to searching new poets. Wonderful get away. Thanks again for two happy days together doing our thing.