Friday, June 3, 2011

Poetry Friday: Morning by Billy Collins

Billy Collins is on to me. He knows I'm a morning person---and even more so in summer when I can wake as early as I like and still be greeted by sunlight.


Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,

then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?

This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—

read the rest here

Poetry Friday is hosted today at The Writer's Armchair.


  1. I am so, so, so, so, so not a morning person. But I've had to play one, as a mom, for years now (as outlined here.) Mornings do have their perks. Like finding Billy Collins here, for example, on a Poetry Friday morning.

  2. I LOVE the morning. I WANT the worm.

  3. ::sigh::
    I love that poem so much. He makes morning sound so sensual and romantic.


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