Billy Collins, Aimless Love. NY: Random House, 2013.
it is the poet's duty
to fall in love
at least once
every day
I wrote that in 1989, which feels like another lifetime. I have needed this book for a very long time, because I had forgotten how to love aimlessly--"No lust, no slam of the door".
Like Donald Hall, Collins shows us the beauty of the mundane. These carefully crafted verses don't feel like "poetry", which is the highest complement I can give them. I think I am going to love this book, the way I love the first drag on a cigarette or a well-spun curve-ball, and come back to it again and again.
it is the poet's duty
to fall in love
at least once
every day
I wrote that in 1989, which feels like another lifetime. I have needed this book for a very long time, because I had forgotten how to love aimlessly--"No lust, no slam of the door".
Like Donald Hall, Collins shows us the beauty of the mundane. These carefully crafted verses don't feel like "poetry", which is the highest complement I can give them. I think I am going to love this book, the way I love the first drag on a cigarette or a well-spun curve-ball, and come back to it again and again.
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