The Poet Warns of Self-absorption
My mind does not remember my face.
It proceeds quite happily, unless tweaked,
by a doctor, an ache, a grey hair, mirror.
I can remain the same callow, gullible,
easily-distracted youth I always was.
And it is this person the dogs welcome home
because they haven’t aged either.
Normally I do not include comments on this page but last Wednesday
we went to the first poetry reading I have actually attended,
Billy Collins, one of my favorite poets, visited the University of Calgary
Thanks for pointing that out Helen.
Not only did he read some of my all-time favorites poems of his,
“I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version
Of "Three Blind Mice”, “Today”, “Another Reason Why I Don't Keep
A Gun In The House”. He also gave some advice, one snippet of which
I used while writing this poem. Lots of his poems including the three
I mentioned can be found on sites like PoemHunter.com or the website for
Poetry Magazine. The Paris Review also has an interview with him.
" Billy Collins, The Art of Poetry No. 83 available on the Internet.