I won’t be around
when our coastal cities
turn into Venice,
only without
all the statues
and the amazing pastries,
when lucky is he
who now has a canoe.
But still, I hope
the water doesn’t rise
over the mouth
of the angel kneeling
on top of my tomb,
and my heart goes out
to that oblivious sparrow
singing on her concrete head.
when our coastal cities
turn into Venice,
only without
all the statues
and the amazing pastries,
when lucky is he
who now has a canoe.
But still, I hope
the water doesn’t rise
over the mouth
of the angel kneeling
on top of my tomb,
and my heart goes out
to that oblivious sparrow
singing on her concrete head.
Billy Collins is the author of twelve collections of poetry including The Rain in Portugal, Aimless Love, Horoscopes for the Dead, Ballistics, The Trouble with Poetry, Nine Horses, Sailing Alone Around the Room, Questions About Angels, The Art of Drowning, and Picnic, Lightning. He is also the editor of Poetry 180: A Turning Back to Poetry, 180 More: Extraordinary Poems for Every Day, and Bright Wings: An Illustrated Anthology of Poems About Birds. A former Distinguished Professor at Lehman College of the City University of New York, Collins served as Poet Laureate of the United States from 2001 to 2003 and as New York State Poet from 2004 to 2006. In 2016 he was inducted into the American Academy of Arts and Letters. He lives in Florida with his wife Suzannah.
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