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I was lucky enough to attend a Billy Collins event a couple of weeks ago for my birthday. I love his work, and he’s an excellent reader–wry, understated, and funny. My husband compared his delivery to Bob Newhart’s. He (Collins, not my husband nor Bob Newhart) read some of my favorites (“The Lanyard,” “The Revenant,” all his greatest hits that I love), but he didn’t read this one that I have a real soft spot for. It always makes me laugh.
I wondered about you
when you told me never to leave
a box of wooden, strike-anywhere matches
lying around the house because the mice
might get into them and start a fire.
But your face was absolutely straight
when you twisted the lid down on the round tin
where the matches, you said, are always stowed.
Who could sleep that night?
Who could whisk away the thought
of the one unlikely mouse
padding along a cold water pipe
The event also included a copy of his new collection, The Rain in Portugal. I look forward to hunkering down with it soon.
And for more poetry fun, don’t miss the Poetry Friday Roundup. Thoughtful teacher Linda Baie at Teacher Dance will be rounding us up today. Enjoy!