Online text Novelists, playwrights, painters and others may hold in their heads the expectation of fame, but not poets. Having chosen that road, all one can dream of is the jealousy of one's rivals. Celebrity is unexpected and almost unseemly--it forces one to wear a constant look of chagrin, if that is possible.
Next Can someone help me with the analysis of this poem? My Number by Billy Collins Is Death miles away from this house, reaching for a window in Cincinnati or breathing down the neck of a lost hiker in British Columbia?
Is he too busy making arrangements, tampering with air brakes, scattering cancer cells like seeds, loosening the wooden beams of roller Is he too busy making arrangements, tampering with air brakes, scattering cancer cells like seeds, loosening the wooden beams of roller coasters to bother with my hidden cottage that visitors find so hard to find?
Or is he stepping from a black car parked at the dark end of the lane, shaking open the familiar cloak, its hood raised like the head of a crow, and removing the scythe from the trunk? Did you have any trouble with the directions? I will ask, as I start talking my way out of this.
Follow Are you sure you want to delete this answer? Yes Sorry, something has gone wrong. I think that the poet is actually referring to numbers, related to order. The way I perceived the poem led me to believe that it is trying to describe those who will die; who is first, second, et cetera.
Your perception makes sense as well--but the way it is described 'Did you have any trouble with the directions?“My Number” by Billy Collins An Analysis of Personification by Tracy Cannon (DRAFT) Billy Collins was born in New York City in At an early age he developed his .
D ubbed the “most popular poet in America” by the New York Times, Billy Collins has won countless admirers for his chatty, witty, wholly dependable poetry.
At pains to welcome the reader with. General CommentAccording to the notes and back cover of the album "No Jacket Required," on which this was originally released, the song is actually called "Don't Lose My Number." That's okay though, because "Billy Don't Lose My Number" is probably a better title, the one that most people would think of.
William James Collins, known as Billy Collins, (born March 22, ) is an American poet, appointed as Poet Laureate of the United States from to In , Collins retired from his position as a Distinguished Professor at Lehman College of the City University of New York after teaching there almost 50 years.
Snow Day is a famous poem by Billy Collins. Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,its white flag waving over everything,the landscape vanished,not a single . "Don't Lose My Number" is a song by Phil Collins from his third solo album No Jacket Required. The single was not released in the UK, though it peaked at No.
4 in the U.S. in September  The B-side, "We Said Hello Goodbye" was released as a bonus track on the CD for No Jacket Required.