Friday, November 09, 2007
I can't remember who first introduced me to Billy Collins.
Which is fitting for today's poem.
by Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
(Read the rest of the poem here ....)
Poetry Friday is being hosted today at A Wrung Sponge.