By Billy Collins

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.


4 Responses to “Today”

  1. 1 Emma July 4, 2010 at 12:21 pm

    billy collins is my hero. i think he teaches at city college in ny… ive always considered making a visit to give him a hearty handshake.

  2. 2 Madeline July 4, 2010 at 8:16 pm

    Loved this poem. I could feel the breeze, the warm sunshine, and a sense of freedom from the constraints of life as I read through it. Refreshing.

  3. 3 blogasana July 5, 2010 at 4:54 pm

    @emma – me too! if you do that, give him a shake for me too =)

    @madeline – ahh… yes. his poems do give that “feeling.” so wonderful!

  4. 4 Elizabeth July 9, 2010 at 3:38 pm

    I can see/feel the day.

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