Food for the Creative Imagination.
I am just finishing Ballistics by Billy Collins.
Toward the end of the book is this gem of a poem:
DivorceOnce, two spoons in bed,now tined forksacross a granite tableand the knives they have hired.
Once, two spoons in bed,now tined forks
across a granite tableand the knives they have hired.
Billy's a master -- it's a great one!
Just finished the book, and that poem jumped out and grabbed me as well. Billy Collins is the best.
Ouch. I'm both a knife and a BC fan. This stings.
Cam anyone help me understand in deeph ehst this poem is saying? What is the overall theme? Figurative language? Writting style?
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