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Celebrating National Poetry Month

Since 1996, the Academy of American Poets has declared that April is National Poetry Month.  In honor of that, I’ll be celebrating poetry every Wednesday in April with a poem by my favorite poet, Billy Collins. Read on to learn why I love him so much and read today’s poem, “Marginalia.”

I haven’t always been a fan of poetry, I think because schools don’t do a good job of picking out poetry that speaks to students. Although classic writers like T.S. Eliot and e.e. cummings are important, their poetry can also be impenetrable and hard to understand, especially for people who haven’t tried reading poetry before. I, for example, consider myself to be of above-average intelligence, and I still couldn’t find my way through “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” when I read it as a junior in college (this, after years of being taught how to read poetry).  While I love some of this classic poetry now, I think making a students first exposure turns them off to poetry and prevents them from ever making the leap to liking and understanding it.

Anyway, I digress.  I first started to appreciate poetry after I read Billy Collins’ collection Picnic, Lightening. When our teacher assigned us a poem from the collection to analyze, I was terrified. But as soon as I began to read the book, I found that well-written poetry doesn’t have to fly over your head to still be meaningful.  I fell in love with Collins’ writing through poems like “I Go Back to the House for a Book” and “Taking off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes.”

In honor of Mr. Eret, the teacher that first introduced me to Billy Collins, I’m happy to present the poem I had to analyze for his class, “Marginalia,” as the first taste of Billy Collins for National Poetry Month.


by Billy Collins

Sometimes the notes are ferocious,
skirmishes against the author
raging along the borders of every page
in tiny black script.
If I could just get my hands on you,
Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O’Brien,
they seem to say,
I would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head.

Other comments are more offhand, dismissive –
“Nonsense.” “Please!” “HA!!” –
that kind of thing.
I remember once looking up from my reading,
my thumb as a bookmark,
trying to imagine what the person must look like
why wrote “Don’t be a ninny”
alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson.

Students are more modest
needing to leave only their splayed footprints
along the shore of the page.
One scrawls “Metaphor” next to a stanza of Eliot’s.
Another notes the presence of “Irony”
fifty times outside the paragraphs of A Modest Proposal.

Or they are fans who cheer from the empty bleachers,
Hands cupped around their mouths.
“Absolutely,” they shout
to Duns Scotus and James Baldwin.
“Yes.” “Bull’s-eye.” “My man!”
Check marks, asterisks, and exclamation points
rain down along the sidelines.

And if you have managed to graduate from college
without ever having written “Man vs. Nature”
in a margin, perhaps now
is the time to take one step forward.

We have all seized the white perimeter as our own
and reached for a pen if only to show
we did not just laze in an armchair turning pages;
we pressed a thought into the wayside,
planted an impression along the verge.

Even Irish monks in their cold scriptoria
jotted along the borders of the Gospels
brief asides about the pains of copying,
a bird signing near their window,
or the sunlight that illuminated their page-
anonymous men catching a ride into the future
on a vessel more lasting than themselves.

And you have not read Joshua Reynolds,
they say, until you have read him
enwreathed with Blake’s furious scribbling.

Yet the one I think of most often,
the one that dangles from me like a locket,
was written in the copy of Catcher in the Rye
I borrowed from the local library
one slow, hot summer.
I was just beginning high school then,
reading books on a davenport in my parents’ living room,
and I cannot tell you
how vastly my loneliness was deepened,
how poignant and amplified the world before me seemed,
when I found on one page

A few greasy looking smears
and next to them, written in soft pencil-
by a beautiful girl, I could tell,
whom I would never meet-
“Pardon the egg salad stains, but I’m in love.”

Want to learn more? You can read some FAQs about National Poetry Month, subscribe to get a poem a day, or check out the poetry anthology How to Eat a Poem.  Happy reading!

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  • Serena (Savvy Verse & Wit) April 1, 2009, 8:36 am

    Great post. Thanks for sharing this poem…it’s one I hadn’t read before. I love it. I’m dedicating the whole month on my blog to poetry except for a few fiction tour dates…so feel free to stop by

  • Dorte H April 1, 2009, 8:42 am

    Thanks for refering to my famous countryman, Søren Kirkegaard 🙂
    Wonderful poem – my students would certainly appreciate the last verses.

  • Melanie April 1, 2009, 5:30 pm

    I enjoyed this one. I like how he thinks of marginalia as enriching the reading experience — I’ve never written in books, even textbooks, but now I wonder if it would be better to start doing so! Especially with the image of monks “catching a ride into the future on a vessel more lasting than themselves”. Lovely.

  • curlywurlygurly April 1, 2009, 9:51 pm

    i teach poetry in my english classes…and william carlos williams always gets my kids talking. they aren’t intimidated and can really get into analysis through seemingly simple poetry. then we go on to the classics….

  • Vasilly April 1, 2009, 10:06 pm

    Happy National Poetry Month! I love this month. I read Eliot in high school but I’ve never read Collins. I plan on reading him this month though. What a great post.

  • Mindy Withrow April 2, 2009, 9:41 am

    Hello from another Collins fan! I’m celebrating NPM by posting a poem to discuss every Mon, Wed, and Fri in April, with Billy Collins as my “bookends.” (I start every NPM celebration by re-reading his “Introduction to Poetry,” one of my favorites.) You and your readers are very welcome to join the discussion.

  • D Dubs Reads April 2, 2009, 8:37 pm

    Hey Kim I wanted to award you with the Premio Dardos award! You can read about it at my blog. Keep up the good work!

    And I love me some poetry.

  • Jeanne April 3, 2009, 11:30 am

    Of course, not getting allusions is part of what T.S. Eliot is concerned about in The Waste Land…
    anyway, I love everything I’ve read by Billy Collins, and this poem is great. It makes me think about the time I was at the Folger Shakespeare library and got a copy of a poem by some minor 17th-century poet with marginal notes written by Robert Southey. I’ll be writing about poems this month, too.

  • Rebecca Reid April 6, 2009, 4:05 pm

    You mentioned on one of my posts months ago that you love Billy Collins. I must find a collection and read more.

    This is a great poem, and puts into words what I have myself experienced.