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“Introduction To Poetry I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem's room and feel the walls for a light switch. 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.”

Quote by Billy Collins

Work

The Apple That Astonished Paris: Poems

This book is a compilation of poetry that delves into the symbolism and cultural significance of apples in the context of Paris. The poems may range from reflections on the fruit itself to musings on the city's history and atmosphere. more

Author

Billy Collins
Billy Collins

Billy Collins is a renowned American poet, born on March 22, 1941. His poetry is known for its simplicity, humor, and profound insights, making it popular among readers. Collins served as the United States Poet Laureate and taught at several universities. more

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