Billy Collins
Books of Poetry (alphabetical).
Billy Collins exercise.
Time Line.
Books.
Best American Poetry: 2007
(guest editor Heather McHugh) with "The New Today".
Best American Poetry: 2004
(guest editor Lyn Hejinian) with "The Centrifuge".
Best American Poetry: 2003
(guest editor Yusef Komunyakaa) with "Litany".
Best American Poetry: 2001
(guest editor Robert Hass) with
"Snow Day".
Best American Poetry: 2000
(guest editor Rita Dove) with
"Man Listening to Disc".
Best American Poetry: 1999
(guest editor Robert Bly) with "Dharma".
Best American Poetry: 1998
(guest editor John Hollander) with "Lines Composed Over Three Thousand Miles from Tintern Abbey".
Best American Poetry: 1997
(guest editor
James Tate) with "Lines Lost Among Trees".
Best American Poetry: 1993
(guest editor Louise Glück) with
"Tuesday, June 4th, 1991".
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The Apple That Astonished Paris (1988). |
Billy Collins' first full-length collection of poetry.
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The Art of Drowning. |
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A fine book in many ways, though also as usual smirky. Or, to use a word that comes to Collins' mind in "Passivity" (pp. 81-82): "sneering".
Some of his old humor glitters, but only in ways that Collins has trodden so thoroughly before that there is little unexpected or amazing.
Worse tinges of bitterness litter several poems, such as the title poem "Ballistics" (pp. 31-32), which hopes that the inspirational bullet shot through:
a recent collection of poems written by someone of whom I am not fond and that the bullet must have passed through his writing with little resistance ... and then through the author's photograph, through the beard, the rounded glasses, and that special poet's hat he loves to wear. |
Is it meant to be funny? If so, how sad that it sounds spiteful.
And what does one make of the tone set by the frontis-quotation from Ovid's Metamorphoses: "Even as a cow she was lovely."
However, pleasanter poems than the above include:
He has one remarkable poem: "(detail)" (pp. 66-67).
And indicates where some of his disgruntlement arises in poems like "Separation" (pp. 73-74) and "Divorce" (p. 98).
The truest poem, and one that will become dear to Camaldoli Retreatants, is "Quiet" (pp. 37-39), which ends:
In fact, I had only a single afternoon of total silence to show for myself, a spring day in a cell in Big Sur, twenty or so monks also silent in their nearby cells -- a community of Cameldolites [Collins' typo], an order so stringent, my guide told me, that they make the Benedictines, whom they had had broken away from in the 11th century, look like a bunch of Hell's Angels. Out of a lifetime of running my mouth and leaning on the horn of ego, only a single afternoon of being truly quiet on a high cliff with the Pacific spread out below, .... Yet since then -- nothing but the racket of self-advertisement, ... the little king of the voice having its say, and today the pride of writing this down, which must be the reason my pen has turned its back on me to hide its face in its hands. |
Acknowledges first publications in:
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Questions About Angels . |
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Accessible poems, written in common speech that one might use in conversation, with a willingness to look death in the face. In this, they remind me of the (admittedly more romantic and less funny) poems of Sara Teasdale.
In his introduction to Best American Poetry 2006, Billy Collins specifies some selection criteria, so it's interesting to see to what extent he follows his own criteria. The sarcastic "The Student" reinforces Collins' inclination to disagree with rules:
"My poetry instruction book, which I bought at an outdoor stall along the river, contains many rules about what to avoid and what to follow. More than two people in a poem is a crowd, is one. Mention the clothes you are wearing as you compose, is another. Avoid the word vortex, the word velvety, and the word cicada. ..." |
Here are some of Collins' Best American Poetry 2006 criteria, and Collins' tendencies:
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