Man I was reading some of the poems that Mr. Nelson put a link to and I have to agree with him. On turning ten by Billy Collins was by far the best.
That poem is totally amazing! How the words work together to make such a beautiful poem. Wish I had that talent, or at lest Billy Collins style!
My favorite line is
"... A kind of measles of the spirit, a mumps of psyche, a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul..."
This line is perfect, nails the mood right on the head.
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