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Born in March 22, 1941 / United States / English

Poems by Billy Collins

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Introduction to Poetry

... waving at the author's name on the shore ...

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Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House

...   When the record finally ends he is still barking, ...

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Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes

...   and I could hear her sigh when finally it was unloosed, ...

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Report from the Subtropics

... and once inside, no iron stove waiting like an old woman ...

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The Parade

... pulling on our arms with all their feeble strength ...

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Print

... to draw him and the thin reeds waving in his stream ...

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Nostalgia

... of rival baronies and conquer one another in cold rooms of stone ...

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Creatures

... I said, taking the thing from you and flinging it out ...

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Man in Space

... are not pictured making a salad or reading a magazine ...

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Today

... indeed, rip the little door from its jamb, ...

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Canada

... You are the moose in the clearing and the moosehead on the wall ...

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The Chairs That No One Sits In

... Then there is nothing but the sound of their looking, ...

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Questions About Angels

... What about their sleeping habits, the fabric of their robes, ...

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Study in Orange and White

... e d'Orsay among all the colored dots and mobile brushstrokes ...

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Writing in the Afterlife

... and not a thing is moving, only our diligent pens ...