Wednesday, February 28, 2007

His Imperial Toadiness

Billie Collins' (former Poet Laureate of the US) poetry is soooooo much fun to read aloud. Cast your voice in the deepest possible register and repeat:

I never mind them
reminding us
that we use only a tiny fraction
of our brains,
a section the size of a small toad
according to some.
It is enough every day
to hear the soft commotion
of his tumbling
through the lawn within,
a lump of brown moving in the grass,
and every night,
to sense his stillness
as he sits on a dark, wet rock
hour after hour,
looking so imperial,
blinking into the rain
I am thinking of reading this as an audition piece for a voice-over job.

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