Poem 8- Golden Shovel- Billy Collins-Forgetfulness

Each day is eternally long

I spent my soul years ago

Even now I blame you

We should never have kissed

It was just the

Night a minute,no name

We spoke of

Wind and want and the

Factors of nine

We danced with the Muses

A woeful upheaval before our pleasant goodbye

One thought on “Poem 8- Golden Shovel- Billy Collins-Forgetfulness

  1. Billy Collins! Good choice.

    This part is a little confusing to me: It was just the
    Night a minute, no name
    We spoke of
    Wind and want and the

    Is it “no name we spoke of” or “we spoke of wind and want”? A little punctuation may help. Otherwise, a first-rate piece.

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