The rain in Portugal Poems

Billy Collins

Book - 2016

"Billy Collin's first new book in three years contains more than forty new poems that showcase the generosity, playfulness, and wisdom that have made him one of our most beloved poets"--

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Subjects
Genres
Poetry
Published
New York : Random House [2016]
Language
English
Main Author
Billy Collins (author)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
xiii, 108 pages ; 22 cm
ISBN
9780679644064
  • 1.
  • 1960
  • Lucky Cat
  • Only Child
  • The Night of the Fallen Limb
  • Greece
  • Basho in Ireland
  • Not So Still Life
  • Cosmology
  • Dream Life
  • Hendrik Goltzius's "Icarus" (1588)
  • The Money Note
  • Helium
  • Weathervane
  • Species
  • The Bard in Flight
  • Sirens
  • Predator
  • Traffic
  • Sixteen Years Old, I Help Bring in the Hay on My Uncle John's Farm with Two French-Canadian Workers
  • The Present
  • 2.
  • On Rhyme
  • The Five Spot, 1964
  • 2128
  • Bags of Time
  • One Leg of the Journey
  • A Restaurant in Moscow
  • Tanager
  • Santorini
  • Bravura
  • Muybridge's Lobsters
  • Portrait
  • Early Morning
  • Child Lost at the Beach
  • In Praise of Ignorance
  • Microscopic Pants
  • Many Moons
  • Note to J. Alfred Prufrock
  • Speed Walking on August 31, 2013
  • December 1st
  • 3.
  • Genuflection
  • Thanksgiving
  • Under the Stars
  • Mister Shakespeare
  • The Influence of Anxiety: a Term Paper
  • Goats
  • The Day After Tomorrow
  • A Day in May
  • The Lake
  • Solvitur Ambulando
  • Fire
  • Bachelorette Party
  • Oh, Lonesome Me
  • Meditation
  • Poem to the First Generation of People to Exist After the Death of the English Language
  • What a Woman Said to Me After a Reading in the Napa Valley
  • Joy
  • Acknowledgments
Review by Booklist Review

*Starred Review* The element of surprise is one of poetry's many provocations and pleasures, and Collins (Aimless Love, 2013) accomplishes it with ripple-effect finesse, wit, and pathos. In his eleventh collection, he reports on life as a wandering poet, contemplating landscapes and encounters in Ireland (where he experiences an odd sensation, a longing for the very place he's in), Greece (where he wonders, Is not poetry a megaphone held up / to the whispering lips of death?), and Moscow (where he imagines the life of the solemn trout staring up at him from a sturdy white plate). Disarmingly playful and wistfully candid, he refuses the obvious in On Rhyme: instead of recalling . . . that it pours mostly in Spain, / I am going to picture the rain in Portugal. Collins' poems deliver painterly images of poignant juxtaposition and cinematic scenes alive with the slink of a cat or the clangorous simultaneity of a busy street, and lush with soundtracks evoking the siren songs of an ordinary day. Collins' jazz-inspired meter makes reading his poems feel utterly natural and effortless, but then he ambushes us with wry exultation: What a brazen wonder to be alive on earth / amid the clockwork of all this motion. --Seaman, Donna Copyright 2016 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Collins (Aimless Love) returns with 60 typically on-brand poems of wandering, observing, and experiencing brief moments of profundity. There are elements of darkness and political awareness ("the piece/ on the morning radio about the former asylum/ whose inmates were kept busy/ at wooden benches in a workshop/ making leather collars and wristbands/ that would later be used to restrain them"), but mostly there's the Collins his devoted readership knows in poems such as "Not So Still Life," wherein "With the skull inching toward the pear,/ and the cluster of eggs beginning to wander,/ I had to reassure myself/ that my mother and father were still alive,/ I had a place to stay/ and a couple thousand dollars in a savings account." Collins's allure has always been in short, talky poems that deal with poetry's big subjects: life, death, and poetry ("Poetry is too busy thinking about her children/ as she replaces a gold button on the blazer of Pride"). Once again Collins delivers, musing about his students, taking a walk around a lake, and reflecting on music history: "see Keith standing/ on the shoulders of the other Rolling Stones,/ who are in turn standing on the shoulders of Muddy Waters,/ who, were it not for that endless stack of turtles.../ would find himself standing on nothing at all." (Oct.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.


Review by Library Journal Review

Collins, whose last three collections have ascended the New York Times best sellers list, is a relative rarity among modern poets; he commands a wide readership and enviable publishers' contracts. This new collection shows him at his finest in poems such as "Greece"-amusing, even-toned, and fully in touch with the implied motifs of antiquity, time, art, and mortality as he calls his craft "a megaphone held up/ to the whispering lips of death" before rushing to join bathers at the beach. Overall, Collins's voice and approach vary little, and he can, in less successful poems, be twee, prosy, or banal. Nor will his basic method be satisfactory to readers who demand verbal density or the postromantic-cum-surreal style that has prevailed in American poetry for the past 30 years. Still, Collins's popularity shouldn't deceive us into thinking that he doesn't have the real stuff of the poet. VERDICT Another worthwhile collection from two-time Poet Laureate Collins, certain to please his large readership and a good place for readers new to Collins to begin, with at least half a dozen poems as fine as any he has written thus far.-Graham Christian, formerly with Andover--Harvard Theological Lib., Cambridge, MA © Copyright 2016. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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