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I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful of salt across the faraway sky.

Billy Collins

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.
BILLY COLLINS

Arms Book Men Night Preserve Press
Poetry is like standing on the edge of a lake on a moonlit night and the light of the moon is always pointing straight at you.
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Lakes Moon Night Pointing
I can’t picture myself starting out aiming to do anything or having much of an agenda.I think in writing a poem, I’m making some tonal adjustments, and it took me a long time to allow anything like fun into my poetry.
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Fun Thinking Writing
A motto I’ve adopted is, if at first you don’t succeed, hide all evidence that you ever tried.
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Firsts Motto Succeed
I hope the poem, as it goes on, gets more complicated, a little more demanding, a little more ambiguous or speculative, so that we’re drifting away from the casual beginning of the poem into something a little more serious.
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Demanding Goes Littles On Serious
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
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
I see woefully obscure poetry as simply a kind of verbal rudeness.
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Kind Obscure Rudeness
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
Bugs Bunny is my muse.
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Bugs Bunnies Creativity
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
You’ll find i-poetry, you’ll find that you can download poetry, that you can stuff your i-pod with recorded poetry. So just to answer the question that way, I think that poetry is gonna catch up with that technology quite soon.
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Answer Technology Thinking
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
Another trouble with poetry – and I’m gonna stop the list at two – is the presence of presumptuousness in poetry.
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Memories Perception Two
A return to his native Nigeria plunges Cole’s charming narrator into a tempest of chaos, contradiction, and kinship in a place both endearingly familiar and unnervingly strange. The result is a tale that engages and disturbs.
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ContrAction Familiar Kinship Result Tempest
I can hear the library humming in the night, a choir of authors murmuring inside their books along the unlit, alphabetical shelves, Giovanni Pontano next to Pope, Dumas next to his son, each one stitched into his own private coat, together forming a low, gigantic chord of language.
BILLY COLLINS

Alphabetical Book Country Night People Shelves Son

I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful of salt across the faraway sky.

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