Click below to listen our podcast on this Junior Cert PoemBudapest by Billy Collins
My pen moves along the page like the snout of a strange animal shaped like a human arm and dressed in the sleeve of a loose green sweater I watch it sniffing the paper ceaselessly intent as any forager that has nothing on its mind but the grubs and insects that will allow it to live another day It wants only to be here tomorrow dressed, perhaps, in the sleeve of a plaid shirt nose pressed against the page writing a few more dutyful lines while I gaze out the window and imagine Budapest or some other city where I have never been |
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