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Billy Collins by poemelfOctober 23, 2013

Bowls, not bowels; poems, not tweets

First, an apology to anyone eating when they read my last post. Several people told me they mis-read “Bloody Bowls” as “Bloody Bowels.” I missed that somehow when I was coming up with a title. Now Bloody Bowels is all I see. Apologies to Laura Kasischke as well. No poet would want her poem associated […]

Thomas Hardy by poemelfJuly 4, 2012July 5, 2012

Ancient floors, dead feet, cold beer

The Self-Unseeing by Thomas Hardy Here is the ancient floor, Footworn and hollowed and thin, Here was the former door Where the dead feet walked in. She sat here in her chair, Smiling into the fire; He who played stood there, Bowing it higher and higher. Childlike, I danced in a dream; […]