Billy Collins
Oh, I could weep. Indeed my lament is great. I heard bits and pieces of the "poem" that Collins read to congress in New York today and I was. . . oh, be charitable, unimpressed. "Names so many they could not fit on the walls of the heart." I suppose all ocassional verse is bad, but surely this must hold some sort of record. I guess I need to see the whole thing. Perhaps as a whole it is better than it acts as a sound bite. But I'm not sure I can overlook so terrible a line.
