...it's not dark yet, but it's gettin' there...

September 15, 2004

Wednesday Is Poetry Day

Here's a good poem for first year law students, like me:


Even though the house is deeply silent
and the room, with no moon,
is perfectly dark,
even though the body is a sack of exhaustion
inert on the bed,

someone inside me will not
get off his tricycle,
will not stop tracing the same tight circle
on the same green threadbare carpet.

It makes no difference whether I lie
staring at the ceiling
or pace the living-room floor,
he keeps on making his furious rounds,
little pedaler in his frenzy,
my own worst enemy, my oldest friend.

What is there to do but close my eyes
and watch him circling the night,
schoolboy in an ill-fitting jacket,
leaning forward, his cap on backwards,
wringing the handlebars,
maintaining a certain speed?

Does anything exist at this hour
in this nest of dark rooms
but the spectacle of him
and the hope that before dawn
I can lift out some curious detail
that will carry me off to sleep--
the watch that encircles his pale wrist,
the expandable band,
the tiny hands that keep pointing this way and that.

By poet laureate of 2001 - 2003, Billy Collins.

Posted by annika, Sep. 15, 2004 |
Rubric: Poetry


You and I share a deep appreciation for Collins, Annika; heck, we could get a few months of poetry Wednesdays and Thursdays just by trading our favorites!

Posted by: Hugo on Sep. 15, 2004

Chuh, no rhyme = prose.

Posted by: Casca on Sep. 15, 2004