Billy Collins is the most popular poet in North America, publishing collections of verse and filling seats at live readings throughout the year. His poems are quite accessible and personal. A few resonate; a few are just passing thoughts.
He published Horoscopes for the Dead in 2010. The title comes from this poem – Horoscopes for the Dead.
A taste of his poems can be sampled on this YouTube video:
And a sample:
Palermo
It was foolish of us to leave our room.
The empty plaza was shimmering.
The clock looked ready to melt.
The heat was a mallet striking a ball
and sending it bouncing into the nettles of summer.
Even the bees had knocked off for the day.
The only thing moving besides us
(and we had since stopped under an awning)
was a squirrel who was darting this way and that
as if he were having second thoughts
about crossing the street,
his head and tail twitching with indecision.
You were looking in a shop window
but I was watching the squirrel
who now rose up on his hind legs,
and after pausing to look in all directions,
began to sing in a beautiful voice
a melancholy aria about life and death,
his forepaws clutched against his chest,
his face full of longing and hope,
as the sun beat down
on the roofs and awnings of the city,
and the earth continued to turn
and hold in position the moon
which would appear later that night
as we sat in a café
and I stood up on the table
with the encouragement of the owner
and sang for you and the others
the song the squirrel had taught me how to sing.
I enjoy Billy Collins poetry and I try to stay current on his latest publications.
My rating – 4.5 out of 5.0 stars
