Yesterday, I was a different person: short sighted, stumbling in my oldness. But today I am new, wrung free of my past mistakes and hung on the line from which I might at any moment fly.
Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield. — Billy Collins
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