I pick an orange from a wicker basket
and place it on the table
to represent the sun.
Then down at the other end
a blue and white marble
becomes the earth
and nearby I lay the little moon of an aspirin.
I get a glass from a cabinet,
open a bottle of wine,
then I sit in a ladder-back chair,
a benevolent god presiding
over a miniature creation myth,
and I begin to sing
a homemade canticle of thanks
for this perfect little arrangement,
for not making the earth too hot or cold
not making it spin too fast or slow
so that the grove of orange trees
and the owl become possible,
not to mention the rolling wave,
the play of clouds, geese in flight,
and the Z of lightning on a dark lake.
Then I fill my glass again
and give thanks for the trout,
the oak, and the yellow feather,
singing the room full of shadows,
as sun and earth and moon
circle one another in their impeccable orbits
and I get more and more cockeyed with gratitude.
“As If to Demonstrate an Eclipse,” by Billy Collins from Nine Horses (Random House).
Thanks for this. The best way to see Billy Collins is with bright daylight, or by the light of the moon, or by the might of his words.
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Collins can say so much with so little. I still smile at the thought of tying up poems to a chair and beating them with a hose to find out what they mean. Or of curling up in a coffin with a fluffy pillow and cotton pajamas. Or of the salt and pepper shakers sitting on a place mat. So many random images he’s so gifted in painting.
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I just wanted to say I appreciate your posts. I’m so glad you are back and I have been loving your selections!
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Deirdre, hi!
I’m thrilled to be back, and even more thrilled to see you here. I went through a low period at the beginning of the year, well, since the election actually, and one of the poems I often reflected on was yours. The thoughts that most days of the week can be full of darkness and despair, but that on the good days life can taste as sweet as a breakfast of bacon and eggs and as warm as a comforting cup of coffee. I’m learning to refocus on the sweetness. Granted some days are hard.
I hope you’ve been healthy and that your writing is going well. Feel free to message me if you have any pieces you’re particularly proud of or think would go well in the crazy here and now of this brave new world. xo, christy
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Oh and for anyone who may stumble upon my comment and wonder what poem of Deirdre’s I am referring:
https://wordsfortheyear.com/2015/07/15/most-of-the-days-of-the-week-by-deirdre-fagan/
Read it. It’s so good.
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Loved this poem. It reminds me of how I used to read and write poetry all the time. I need to do both again.
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Hi Laura, thanks so much for reading and commenting.
I took a long break from poetry at the beginning of the year in order to make room for more “real life,” but I found that my life was much emptier without it. Lots and lots of poems here in the archive to get you back into the reading habit 🙂 And as far as writing poetry? Well, I happen to think the world needs more poets, especially these days. Write on.
Love, Christy
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This is absolutely beautiful!
My owl hooted today right before the sky went dark. It was so perfect and made my heart happy.
What a perfect choice for today. Thank you 🙂
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Hooting owls and tree-climbing coyotes… you had quite the magical day yesterday. 🙂
xoxo
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It was 😍
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Reading this the day after the eclipse. And this being one of his I hadn’t read before makes it all the more delicious.
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Confession: I have his book Nine Horses, but I didn’t remember this poem being in it. I only found it on Writer’s Almanac by searching for “eclipse.” I guess poems find us (even if we find them first) when the timing is right. So glad the timing was right on this one for us. 🙂
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Brilliant! I’m a huge Billy Collins fan but didn’t know this one. Thanks for sharing.
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So glad you liked it, Jennifer. Thank you for your note!
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