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I try to presume that no one is interested in me. And I think experience bears that out. No one’s interested in the experiences of a stranger – let’s put it that way. And then you have difficulty combined with presumptuousness, which is the most dire trouble with poetry.

Billy Collins

No one here likes a wet dog.
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Dogs Likes Wet
Form is any aspect of a poem that encourages it to stay whole and not drift off into chaos.
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Aspect Chaos Form
The sense you get in a poem that the poet takes for granted an interest on the reader’s part in the poet’s autobiographical life, in the poet’s memories, problems, difficulties and even minor perceptions.
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Autobiographical Difficulties Problem Reader
The first line is the DNA of the poem; the rest of the poem is constructed out of that first line. A lot of it has to do with tone because tone is the key signature for the poem. The basis of trust for a reader used to be meter and end-rhyme.
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Constructed DNA First Keys Signatures Time
As soon as I start to write I’m very aware, I’m trying to be aware that a reader just might well pick up this poem, a stranger. So when I’m writing – and I think that this is important for all writers – I’m trying to be a writer and a reader back and forth.
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Aware Stranger Thinking Trying Two Writing
I’m just writing, trying to write in a fairly quiet tone to one other reader who is by herself, or himself, and I’m trying to interrupt some silence in their life, which is utterance.
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Himself Interrupt Other Reader Utterance
This love for everyday things, part natural from the wide eye of Infancy, part a literary calculation
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Day Every Eye Natural Things
You either continue to write puerile bilge, or you change. In the process of simplifying oneself, one often discovers the thing called voice.
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Simplifying Thing Voice
But some nights, I must tell you, I go down there after everyone has fallen asleep. I swim back and forth in the echoing blackness. I sing a love song as well as I can, lost for a while in the home of the rain.
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Echoing Everyone Home Rain Song Tell
But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her, barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor. She will look in at me with her thin arms extended, offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.
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Bird Light Offering
I could look at you forever and never see the two of us together
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Forever Together Two
I thought I would be completely content if I was recognized at some later point in my life as a third-rate Wallace Stevens.
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Life People Poet Popular Recognized Thought
While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the windowpane.
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Novelists Poet Typewriters
I think the pleasure of form is that you have a companion with you besides all the poetry you have ever read.
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Form Pleasure Read Thinking
It’s time to float on the waters of the night. Time to wrap my arms around this book and press it to my chest, life preserver in a seat of unremarkable men and women anonymous faces on the street, a hundred thousand unalphabitized things a million forgotten hours.
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Arms Book Men Night Preserve Press
Usually the poems are written in one sitting. There’s always a groping towards some satisfying ending. But I’d say the hardest part is not writing. Once the writing starts, it’s too pleasurable to think of it as a difficulty.
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Once Pleasurable Sitting Thinking Writing

I try to presume that no one is interested in me. And I think experience bears that out. No one’s interested in the experiences of a stranger – let’s put it that way. And then you have difficulty combined with presumptuousness, which is the most dire trouble with poetry.

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I try to presume that no one is interested in me. And I think experience bears that out. No one’s interested in the experiences of a stranger – let’s put it that way. And then you have difficulty combined with presumptuousness, which is the most dire trouble with poetry.

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