The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight
and as I lean against the door of sleep
I begin to think about the first person to dream,
how quiet he must have seemed the next morning
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'...to ever fall in love with the sadness of another.' ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL WRITING.
Billy Collins has done more to harm poetry than anyone in recent memory.
Again, the foray into the hypothetical! Again, not a display of the human condition as we know it, but a cute little hypothetical: I wonder where fish go when they die? Do they go to a heaven of air? or do they swim in celestial pools- Blah, blah, blah. Keep your feet firmly rooted in the soil and tell us what human life is, Billy. Tell us what it is! ! ! Stop being so damned simplistic.