Billy Collins is a former U.S. Poet Laureate (2001 - 2003). Over the years he has become very well known for poems and for his poetry readings. "In 2002, as US poet laureate, Collins was asked to write a poem commemorating the first anniversary of the fall of the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center on September 11. The reading was in front of a joint session of Congress held outside of Washington, DC," and “One of Billy Collins’ most critically acclaimed works, “Fishing on the Susquehanna in July” has been added to the preserved works of the United States Native American literary registry as being deemed a culturally significant poem.” In this collection of very short poems, he has had some fun as well as insight. These are not haikus, they are not limericks, and if you think these are easy to write, you have another challenge coming. Kind of like abstract art which might also look easy to do. Here is what Billy Collins has to say about the form: “Small poems are drastic examples of poetry’s way of squeezing large content into tight spaces. Unlike haiku, the small poem has no rules except to be small. Its length, or lack of it, is its only formal requirement.” His poems are pithy, humorous, and wise, and here is a selection that truly do not need any explication:
“Precocious”
When I repeated “There, there …”
my sobbing daughter
accused me
of quoting Gertrude Stein
“The Exception”
Whoever said
there’s a poem lurking in the darkness
of every pencil
was not thinking of this one.
“Page-Turner”
Desirable in fiction.
Not so much
with a slim book of poems.
“Jazz Man”
I’ve taken some lessons
and worked on
some nice voicings for the chords
but all I have to do
is raise the keyboard cover one inch
and the cat dashes from the room.
“Carpe Diem”
As the coffee was brewing,
I learned from a book
that the trunks of elephants
are sensitive enough
to pick up a coin
and powerful enough to smash
a tiger to the ground,
and that was more than
enough seizing the day for me.
And, maybe something for Earth Day:
“Limits”
Even on a calm day
if you remain quiet and hold your breath,
you still will not
be able to hear
the singing of the clouds.
Books by Billy Collins can be found here.