By William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this […]
DOG AROUND THE BLOCK Dog around the block, sniff, Hydrant sniffing, corner, grating, Sniffing, always, starting forward, Backward, dragging, sniffing backward, Leash at taut, leash at dangle, Leash in people’s feet entangle— Sniffing dog, apprised of smellings, Love of life, and fronts of dwellings, Meeting enemies, Loving old acquaintance, sniff, Sniffing hydrant for reminders, Leg […]
Billy Collins Animated Poetry The dead are always looking down on us, they say. while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich, they are looking down through the glass bottom boats of heaven as they row themselves slowly through eternity. They watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth, and […]
Billy Collins Animated Poetry
Billy Collins…presents a wonderfully entertaining and moving talk.
by Billy Collins The whole idea of it makes me feel like I’m coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache or the headaches I get from reading in bad light– a kind of measles of the spirit, a mumps of the psyche, a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul. You tell me […]
By a Swimming Pool Outside Syracuse All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the two male characters in my Italian for Beginners, the ones who are always shopping or inquiring about the times of trains, and now I can hardly speak or write […]
Dharma, By Billy Collins The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money or the keys to her doghouse never fails to fill the saucer of my heart with milky admiration. Who provides a finer example of a life without encumbrance— Thoreau in his […]
By Hafiz Out Of a great need We are all holding hands And climbing. Not loving is a letting go. Listen, The terrain around here Is Far too Dangerous For That.
By Hafiz How Did the rose Ever open its heart And give to this world All its Beauty? It felt the encouragement of light Against its Being, Otherwise, We all remain Too Frightened.