i can't get over how amazing billy collins is. i mean, yes, okay, he's the u.s. poet laureate. of course he's good. everyone knows he's good.
but, oh, i feel like i did when i was in junior high and i first heard r.e.m. or read e.e. cummings, like i had discovered my own secret treasure. who cares if people had been listening to the band and reading his work for years before? now, the melodies were ingrained in my head and the words were etched onto my notebooks. now, they were mine.