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Billy Collins Plumb
by Glenn CurrierThe tiny grapes of my poems
roll across the simple oak table
and rest humbly
beside the plump purple plumb
of Billy Collins' lines. 12/25/2003 Author's Note: I got a book of Billy's poems for Christmas and could hardly contain my excitement as I thumbed open the cover and preface pages. It felt like the hungry anticipation before a long-awaited meal. I cannot enter the warm vestibule of his work without feeling awe for his gift.
Posted on 12/26/2003
Copyright © 2024 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/27/03 at 11:14 PM wow, I love this. like a fruit bowl of poems. gorgeous. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/29/03 at 03:07 AM wonderful and humble tribute to one you enjoy so much... it takes a special kind of person to look up to others... great little piece :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/30/03 at 12:30 PM and yet your humble grapes, need ne'er prostate themselves to no man or beast or poet. Thanks Glenn, for this offering, of your soul's harvest. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/30/03 at 06:00 PM Beautiful images accentuate this tribute! Excellent writing. |
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