Wednesday, August 18, 2010


Pretty amazing kid.

This is the poem he recites:

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and - somehow - the wine.

Billy Collins

Found via the NY Times ArtsBeat blog


Al said...

Just yesterday I told Scott that I wanted to teach Cayce to memorize all the lyrics of the Beastie Boys' Paul Revere. Is that the same thing?

Marion said...

I am totally in love with this little cutie! What a heartbreaker he's gonna be, he IS! It was so fun hearing that poem come out of his little baby boy mouth. Thanks for sharing this. It made me laugh joyously. Blessings!

Caroline said...

A friend just sent me this today and I posted it as well! I can't get enough of him! And Billy Collins is certainly one of my favorites. I met him in Cambridge MA and he was just as nice as can be.

Megan said...

Oh MY GOD that is so so so cute!