Poems by Billy Collins

Poems by Billy Collins

Fishing on the Susquehanna in July, by Billy Collins

I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
or on any river for that matter
to be perfectly hone...

Some Days, by Billy Collins

Some days I put the people in their places at the table,
bend their legs at the knees,
if they co...

Workshop, by Billy Collins

I might as well begin by saying how much I like the title.
It gets me right away because I’m in ...

The Golden Years, by Billy Collins

All I do these drawn-out days
is sit in my kitchen at Pheasant Ridge
where there are no pheasan...

The First Night, by Billy Collins

          The worst thing about death must be          the first night.                    —Juan ...

Forgetfulness, by Billy Collins

The name of the author is the first to gofollowed obediently by the title, the plot,the heartbrea...