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A Silent Poetry Reading

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, February 2 was Silent Poetry Day in blog-land.  Various bloggers would post their favorite poems, and it was all quite lovely.  It doesn't seem to be A Thing any longer, but the date sticks in my head.  

So here is a poem for you.  Because it's a Friday.  And still winter.  And February 2 used to be Silent Poetry Day.  

And because we can all use more poetry in our lives, y'know?


This Much I Do Remember
Billy Collins

It was after dinner.
You were talking to me across the table
about something or other,
a greyhound you had seen that day
or a song you liked,

and I was looking past you
over your bare shoulder
at the three oranges lying
on the kitchen counter
next to the small electric bean grinder,
which was also orange,
and the orange and white cruets for vinegar and oil.

All of which converged
into a random still life,
so fastened together by the hasp of color,
and so fixed behind the animated
foreground of your
talking and smiling,
gesturing and pouring wine,
and the camber of your shoulders

that I could feel it being painted within me,
brushed on the wall of my skull,
while the tone of your voice
lifted and fell in its flight,
and the three oranges
remained fixed on the counter
the ways stars are said
to be fixed in the universe.

Then all the moments of the past
began to line up behind that moment
and all the moments to come
assembled in front of it in a long row, 
giving me reason to believe
that this was a moment I had rescued
from the millions that rush out of sight
into a darkness behind the eyes.

Even after I have forgotten what year it is,
my middle name,
and the meaning of money,
I will still carry in my pocket
the small coin of that moment,
minted in the kindgom
that we pace through every day.


I hope you find some poetry in your life today!


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This is so incredible. Thank you so much for sharing. This has deeply moved me - what stunning words. Especially when I fear that last paragraph... Have an amazing weekend, Kym XO


Billy Collins has the ability to say in such beautiful ways the truth and realities of life. He's one you can pick up and read any poem and find it accessible, joyful, and real.


I don't think I've read or heard anything by Billy Collins previously. What an extraordinary, moving piece. Thank you so much for sharing. I'm going to start sharing some poems (and/or quotes) on my blog. Love this. Have a wonderful weekend Kym!


Oooh! Good one. We were just talking about that -- the moments of beauty that push us up above the quotidian for an instant. (Because we were watching the blood moon eclipse, and knew we'd always remember it.) I love Billy Collins.


Oh, how very beautiful! This poem took my breath away. Thank you, Kym.


Thank you for introducing Billy Collins to me—the poem was breathtaking!


Wow. Talk about living in the moment.


Thank you, Kym! I read Margene's post and commented that Billy Collins is my new-to-me favorite ...and then here I find a poem that speaks volumes to me - a 35th anniversary perhaps?!

big request, but if I wanted to buy one book, which would you recommend?

(thank you!)


That's just lovely.


Found it! Right here in this blog post. Alvoely poem and I too am sorry that Silent Poetry Day has nearly disappeared. Thank you for sharing its being.


How lovely. Maybe we should revive Silent Poetry Day. I have never heard of it but I read a lot of poetry all year round.

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