|Billy Collins, who, incidentally, I think is handsome.|
I fell in geeky-poetry love with Billy Collins when I started using some of his stuff during the poetry unit of the survey of literature class that I teach. I love his sarcasm/wit/dry humor. I use this poem as the title indicates... as an introduction to [talking about/reading] poetry.
Introduction to Poetry
by Billy Collins
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 hoseto find out what it really means
from The Apple that Astonished Paris
and just so you can get a feel for his humor (you know, the nerdy poetry kind...):