Aimless Love - Billy Collins
No Things
"So why bother with the checkered lighthouse?
Why waste time on the sparrow,
or the wildflowers along the roadside
when we all should be alone in our rooms
throwing ourselves at the wall of life
and the opposite wall of death,
the door locked behind us
as we hurl rocks at the question of meaning
and the enigma of our origins?"
This has been stuck in my head for days now, something about the irony, the word choice he uses really makes me question things. I mean the irony in the fact I picked a book I would normally never pick up is now one that I can't put down. I love that and I love this part of the poem.
I actually took the time to write out Mr. Collins an email, just simply letting him know how he has really changed my outlook on poetry. I've even been looking for some other poets that are slightly similar to his. And now I'm sad to say that I have one more section of his book to read, the last one entitled "New Poems" so I'm sure I'll painfully read through them tonight knowing that I'm coming closer to the end.
Here I feel like so many can relate to this little piece, part of human nature is questioning ourselves and where we are at that very moment, it seems like life is all one big question and no one has the answer sheet. There are those people that like to believe they know, or just simply pretend to feel greater of themselves. I enjoy the not knowing part of what comes next, but to just take a step back and enjoy those little things that make you feel whole as a person, as I mention in another post on how Mr. Collins points out and falls in love with, I aspire to be even more like that.
I often think that school is the worst place to learn about poetry because it is filtered through curriculum, interpretations set in concrete, parochial prejudices, You might like Donald Hall or Charles Simic. Try this:
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Or Edna St. Vincent Millay (1920s-30s):
http://www.poemtree.com/poems/IShallForgetYouPresently.htm