Friday, November 09, 2007

Poetry Friday


I can't remember who first introduced me to Billy Collins.

Which is fitting for today's poem.




Forgetfulness
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.

10 comments:

jama said...

I was just reading this poem the other day ("Forgetful" is my middle name.) But I didn't forget to thank you for posting it!

Sara said...

Oh, yes, this is a good one. And comforting, as I try to memorize my ever-fleeing poem...

Beck said...

No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

One of my favorites...

Karen Jensen said...

I love this poem. I love Billy Collins. I'll be back.

Jenn said...

Yeah, I just came by to say I can comment here again! Happy, happy, happy. :) I missed you Karen.

Mary Lee said...

I love this poem -- I can TOTALLY relate! I ought to memorize it...HA!

Andromeda Jazmon said...

Oh my Lord, he knows me too well.

Anonymous said...

I love Collins. LOVE him. I heard him read earlier this year, and he's so very wonderful. Thanks for posting him today.

tanita✿davis said...

I love this guy... sadly, I can never remember his name...

Melanie Bettinelli said...

Oh I love Billy Collins too and this is one of my favorites. But then so many of them are my favorites...

I do remember who introduced me to Billy Collins and I am forever grateful to Professor Paul Doherty at Boston College for making the introduction.