William Collins
William Collins
Eighteenth-century English poet whose lyrical works include Odes on Several Descriptive and Allegorical Subjects and Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands. Poet John Langhorne published Collins' collected poems in 1765.
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth25 December 1721
along car last road sent
There are many that I miss,having sent my last one out a car windowsparking along the road one night, years ago.
along car last road sent window
There are many that I miss, having sent my last one out a car window sparking along the road one night, years ago.
dark earth holding lakes last man rivers shore waiting water
Between the dark lakes where the dark rivers flowthere is no ferry waiting on the shore of rockand no man holding a long oar,ready to take your last coin.This is the real earth and the real water it contains.
dark earth flow holding lakes last man ready rivers rock shore waiting water
Between the dark lakes where the dark rivers flow there is no ferry waiting on the shore of rock and no man holding a long oar, ready to take your last coin. This is the real earth and the real water it contains.
breath buzzing close gallery large last simply throw time
Then there were the wits,using their last breath to exhale a line,a devastating capper, as if the worldwere simply a large gallery buzzing with people,and now it was time to throw on a long scarfand make an exit, leavingit to someone else to close the door.
breath buzzing close gallery large last leaving scarf simply throw time using
Then there were the wits, using their last breath to exhale a line, a devastating capper, as if the world were simply a large gallery buzzing with people, and now it was time to throw on a long scarf and make an exit, leaving it to someone else to close the door.
along dressed green human loose moves pen sleeve strange
My pen moves along the pagelike the snout of a strange animalshaped like a human armand dressed in the sleeve of a loose green sweater.
along animal arm dressed green human loose moves page pen shaped sleeve strange
My pen moves along the page like the snout of a strange animal shaped like a human arm and dressed in the sleeve of a loose green sweater.
easily english-poet humor humorous
I think humor is a very serious thing. I use it as a way of weakening the reader's defenses so that I can more easily take him to something more.
barnacles democracy english-poet scare
Words like feminism or democracy scare me. They are words with barnacles on them, and you can't see what's underneath.
becomes english-poet reader
When a writer becomes a reader of his or her own work, a lot can go wrong. It's like do-it-yourself dentistry.
call comedies english-poet essential humor humorous prior shakespeare
Prior to Wordsworth, humor was an essential part of poetry. I mean, they don't call them Shakespeare comedies for nothing.
fairy forms hands scholars-and-scholarship unseen
By fairy hands their knell is rung; / By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
rest sink sleep wishes
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, / By all their country's wishes blest!