Billy Collins

Snow Day

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,   
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,   
and beyond these windows
 
the government buildings smothered,
schools and libraries buried, the post office lost   
under the noiseless drift,
the paths of trains softly blocked,
the world fallen under this falling.
 
In a while, I will put on some boots
and step out like someone walking in water,   
and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,   
and I will shake a laden branch
sending a cold shower down on us both.
 
But for now I am a willing prisoner in this house,   
a sympathizer with the anarchic cause of snow.   
I will make a pot of tea
and listen to the plastic radio on the counter,   
as glad as anyone to hear the news
 
that the Kiddie Corner School is closed,   
the Ding-Dong School, closed.
the All Aboard Children’s School, closed,   
the Hi-Ho Nursery School, closed,
along with—some will be delighted to hear—
 
the Toadstool School, the Little School,
Little Sparrows Nursery School,
Little Stars Pre-School, Peas-and-Carrots Day School   
the Tom Thumb Child Center, all closed,
and—clap your hands—the Peanuts Play School.
 
So this is where the children hide all day,
These are the nests where they letter and draw,   
where they put on their bright miniature jackets,   
all darting and climbing and sliding,
all but the few girls whispering by the fence.
 
And now I am listening hard
in the grandiose silence of the snow,
trying to hear what those three girls are plotting,   
what riot is afoot,
which small queen is about to be brought down.
 
Billy Collins

Happy Monday!

Jim+

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2 Responses to Billy Collins

  1. Mark Vandersluis says:

    I met Billy Collins at the Tune Inn, of all places, while he was Poet Laureate. Nice guy, and writes some good poems too!

  2. yalilla says:

    Isn’t he just the best!!! Thank you thank you Jim Quigley for bringing this to us this morning —– those last three lines and the way they connect with the image of revolution in the first, and his perfect little catalog of school names —– who doesn’t relate to that! The only thing better than a snow day, is this poem.

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