I listened to Billy Collins talking and reading tonight. And then I listened to a whole lot of people reading a whole lotta poems in celebration of National Poetry Month – an event put on by the Academy of American Poets.
Even the NYTimes and NPR have been talking this month about how poetry has been especially important in the past year.
Well, we already knew that, but now it’s time for a little sleep on this penultimate night of Poetry Month.
I listened to so many words
my ears were swimming in the
familiar currents and
the unexpected rip tides
the waves leapt up
I fell into the trough
and rose again triumphant
from the brimming sea.
Billy Collins recently had cataract surgery and is still amazed to find that he can read without glasses. I wrote a quick haiku during the broadcast based on what he mentioned as “a bowl of glasses” needing a new purpose.
a bowl of glasses
gathered, reminiscing
after surgeryThe poet tonight paused
to consider the habit
of wearing glassesA side benefit
of cataract correction
a new view on life.
I asked the cats to pose like poets for their book jackets and this:
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