I don’t want to make too much of this, but because poetry in general scares the bejesus out of me—with its slow lyricism and lofty attention to the minutia—Billy Collin’s poem “Gold” made me feel like I was invited into the world of poetry. Even people like me could join in the fun.
Again, I don’t want to exaggerate, but it’s easy for me to avoid the things in life I don’t understand and I hate to slow down long enough to think about why; and yet, “Gold” told me that I might enjoy a little light flooding into a room. It could be silly and expansive at the same time.
I feel like comparing [his poem] to fire, but I won’t since that feels way beyond my talent. I also don’t think I have that kind of time. The last thing I want to do is risk losing your confidence by appearing to lay it on too thick.
Let’s just say that anyone reading Billy Collin’s poetry would be delighted to accept his invitation—by his ironic, tongue-in-cheek style—to experience the presence of God in the flooding of sunlight through his bedroom window and leave it at that.
*all italicized words are swiped directly from “Gold” by Billy Collins. (even his name is accessible, don’t you think?)
For more accessible poetry by Billy Collins, read by a 3-year-old, HERE. (“Litany,” by Billy Collins)