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The Rain in Portugal

Poems

by Billy Collins

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  • From former U.S. Poet Laureate Billy Collins comes a twelfth collection of poetry offering nearly fifty new poems that showcase the generosity, wit, and imaginative play that prompted The Wall Street Journal to call him "America's favorite poet."

    The Rain in Portugal—a title that admits he's not much of a rhymer—sheds Collins's ironic light on such subjects as travel and art, cats and dogs, loneliness and love, beauty and death. His tones range from the whimsical—"the dogs of Minneapolis . . . / have no idea they're in Minneapolis"—to the elegiac in a reaction to the death of Seamus Heaney. A student of the everyday, here Collins contemplates a weather vane, a still life painting, the calendar, and a child lost at a beach. His imaginative fabrications have Shakespeare flying comfortably in first class and Keith Richards supporting the globe on his head. By turns entertaining, engaging, and enlightening, The Rain in Portugal amounts to another chorus of poems from one of the most respected and familiar voices in the world of American poetry.

    On Rhyme

    It's possible that a stitch in time
    might save as many as twelve or as few as three,
    and I have no trouble remembering
    that September has thirty days.
    So do June, November, and April.

    I like a cat wearing a chapeau or a trilby,
    Little Jack Horner sitting on a sofa,
    old men who are not from Nantucket,
    and how life can seem almost unreal
    when you are gently rowing a boat down a stream.

    That's why instead of recalling today
    that it mostly pours in Spain,
    I am going to picture the rain in Portugal,
    how it falls on the hillside vineyards,
    on the surface of the deep harbors

    where fishing boats are swaying,
    and in the narrow alleys of the cities
    where three boys in tee shirts
    are kicking a soccer ball in the rain,
    ignoring the window-cries of their mothers.
    From the Hardcover edition.

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    Publisher: Random House Publishing Group

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    • Release date: October 4, 2016

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    • ISBN: 9780399588303
    • File size: 4940 KB
    • Release date: October 4, 2016

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    NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
  • From former U.S. Poet Laureate Billy Collins comes a twelfth collection of poetry offering nearly fifty new poems that showcase the generosity, wit, and imaginative play that prompted The Wall Street Journal to call him "America's favorite poet."

    The Rain in Portugal—a title that admits he's not much of a rhymer—sheds Collins's ironic light on such subjects as travel and art, cats and dogs, loneliness and love, beauty and death. His tones range from the whimsical—"the dogs of Minneapolis . . . / have no idea they're in Minneapolis"—to the elegiac in a reaction to the death of Seamus Heaney. A student of the everyday, here Collins contemplates a weather vane, a still life painting, the calendar, and a child lost at a beach. His imaginative fabrications have Shakespeare flying comfortably in first class and Keith Richards supporting the globe on his head. By turns entertaining, engaging, and enlightening, The Rain in Portugal amounts to another chorus of poems from one of the most respected and familiar voices in the world of American poetry.

    On Rhyme

    It's possible that a stitch in time
    might save as many as twelve or as few as three,
    and I have no trouble remembering
    that September has thirty days.
    So do June, November, and April.

    I like a cat wearing a chapeau or a trilby,
    Little Jack Horner sitting on a sofa,
    old men who are not from Nantucket,
    and how life can seem almost unreal
    when you are gently rowing a boat down a stream.

    That's why instead of recalling today
    that it mostly pours in Spain,
    I am going to picture the rain in Portugal,
    how it falls on the hillside vineyards,
    on the surface of the deep harbors

    where fishing boats are swaying,
    and in the narrow alleys of the cities
    where three boys in tee shirts
    are kicking a soccer ball in the rain,
    ignoring the window-cries of their mothers.
    From the Hardcover edition.

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