The Teresa Carreño Youth Orchestra conducted by Gustavo Dudamel

Some Poems from The Poetry Foundation

Letter Composed In The During A Lull In The Fighting 

I tell her I love her like not killing
or ten minutes of sleep
beneath the low rooftop wall
on which my rifle rests.

 

I tell her in a letter that will stink,
when she opens it,
of bolt oil and burned powder
and the things it says.

 

I tell her how Pvt. Bartle says, offhand,
that war is just us
making little pieces of metal
pass through each other.
Design
 
by Billy Collins
I pour a coating of salt on the table
and make a circle in it with my finger.
This is the cycle of life
I say to no one.
This is the wheel of fortune,
the Arctic Circle.
This is the ring of Kerry
and the white rose of Tralee
I say to the ghosts of my family,
the dead fathers,
the aunt who drowned,
my unborn brothers and sisters,
my unborn children.
This is the sun with its glittering spokes
and the bitter moon.
This is the absolute circle of geometry
I say to the crack in the wall,
to the birds who cross the window.
This is the wheel I just invented
to roll through the rest of my life
I say
touching my finger to my tongue.
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