The subject of the day was poetry, and some kind soul (whose name, I heartily regret, I have forgotten) encouraged me to sample the work of Billy Collins.
Here is a taste:
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.
To continue the feast, I recommend Child Development, and Thesaurus. If you’re still hungry after that, choose your own dessert. They’re all good.