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    Billy Collins - Sonnet


    by poetictouch

    Billy Collins reads his poem Sonnet

    by Billy Collins (1941- )

    All we need is fourteen lines, well, thirteen now,
    and after this one just a dozen
    to launch a little ship on love's storm-tossed seas,
    then only ten more left like rows of beans.
    How easily it goes unless you get Elizabethan
    and insist the iambic bongos must be played
    and rhymes positioned at the ends of lines,
    one for every station of the cross.
    But hang on here wile we make the turn
    into the final six where all will be resolved,
    where longing and heartache will find an end,
    where Laura will tell Petrarch to put down his pen,
    take off those crazy medieval tights,
    blow out the lights, and come at last to bed.