I just read Ballistics: Poems, Billy Collins’ newest book of poetry ($9.99 at Amazon). Billy Collins has always been my favourite contemporary poet, since I first read him in one of my high school creative writing classes. I’ve always particularly felt something special for his poem “On Turning Ten”. I don’t suppose I should post any of his poems in full on my blog, but here are some of the titles that I particularly loved from Ballistics:
- “The Four-Moon Planet” – how lovely and droll!
- “January in Paris”
- “Tension” – SO funny!
- “The Effort” – great commentary on high school English, haha
- “The Great American Poem”
There’s just something about Billy Collins’ voice that sounds SO familiar and so real. It’s hard to explain but I feel somehow that he’s telling me things I already knew but wouldn’t have known how to express properly.
These lines from “Vermont, Early November” made me laugh out loud though:
…and I took in the scene from a porch,
a tableau of silo and weathervane
and a crowd of ferns on the edge of the woods –
nothing worth writing about really,
but it is too late to stop now
that the ferns and the silo have been mentioned.