Poetry Sunday: Today

We've been blessed by some perfect spring days lately, the kind of days that make you simply glad to be alive. Billy Collins knows the kind of day I mean.

Today

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by Billy Collins

If ever there were a spring day so perfect, 
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze 

that it made you want to throw 
open all the windows in the house 

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage, 
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb, 

a day when the cool brick paths 
and the garden bursting with peonies 

seemed so etched in sunlight 
that you felt like taking 

a hammer to the glass paperweight 
on the living room end table, 

releasing the inhabitants 
from their snow-covered cottage 

so they could walk out, 
holding hands and squinting 

into this larger dome of blue and white, 
well, today is just that kind of day.

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  1. CarmenApril 2, 2017 at 12:37 PM

    How beautiful! We are having a lot of grey days lately; hopefully May will be bountiful.

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    1. Dorothy BordersApril 2, 2017 at 4:21 PM

      After I chose this poem for the week, we had a day of rain today! But rain is good, too. April showers bring May flowers.

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  2. RoseApril 3, 2017 at 6:46 AM

    Perfect!

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    1. Dorothy BordersApril 3, 2017 at 10:13 AM

      I agree - a perfect description of a perfect spring day.

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  3. Judy KruegerApril 3, 2017 at 10:44 AM

    My sentiments exactly!

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    1. Dorothy BordersApril 3, 2017 at 12:05 PM

      I'm always floored by Billy Collins' ability to describe some ordinary event so succinctly and poetically.

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