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It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine.

Billy Collins

I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author’s name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.
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Across Ant Confession Poem Shore Waving
Vade Mecum I want the scissors to be sharp and the table perfectly level when you cut me out of my life and paste me in that book you always carry.
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Book Cutting Levels Life Scissors
I see all of us reading ourselves away from ourselves, straining in circles of light to find more light until the line of words becomes a trail of crumbs that we follow across a page of fresh snow.
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Circles Light Reading
The entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of, as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain, to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
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Decided Heard Hemisphere Memories Southern Suddenly
The poem is not, as someone put it, deflective of entry. But the real question is, ‘What happens to the reader once he or she gets inside the poem?’
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Poem Real Thinking Writing
It’s a good thing to get poetry off the shelves and more into public life.
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Good Life Public Shelves Things
I’m speaking to someone I’m trying to get to fall in love with me. I’m trying to speak intimately to one person. That should be clear. I’m not speaking to an audience. I’m not writing for the podium.
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Falling Love Podium Silence Writing
My poems could easily evaporate. So I don’t know. If you find yourself as a writer thinking about posterity you should probably go out for a brisk walk or something.
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Poem Posterity Something Thinking Walk
Poems are not easy to start, and they’re not easy to finish. There’s a great pleasure in – I wouldn’t say ease, but maybe kind of a fascinated ease that accompanies the actual writing of the poem. I find it very difficult to get started.
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Difference Ease Graduation Kind Writing
There’s a lot of unconscious activity that goes on I think in the composition of a poem.
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Goes On Thinking Unconscious
A sentence starts out like a lone traveler heading into a blizzard at midnight, tilting into the wind, one arm shielding his face, the tails of his thin coat flapping behind him.
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Coat Floating Midnight Tails Wind
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
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
The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion,
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Conclusion Fishing Memories Novel Phones
I was able to read poets that were – allowed me to be humorous without being silly.
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Able Humorous Silly
While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the windowpane.
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Novelists Poet Typewriters

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