On February 6, 2009 I found myself crying over my lunch. Seriously, crying. It is not that the lunch was bad; in fact, it was really quite good…
Lunch
Lunch was salad,
tossed
on the table
by a man
with kind eyes
and cold tea.
Any weekday a teacher actually eats lunch is worth celebrating, but I cried over this particular lunch on this particular day because…
Today I Ate Lunch with Billy Collins
Today I ate lunch with Billy Collins alone
just the two of us in a room with four hundred others
he at table one, me at table thirty-five listening
intently when he ascended to the podium and read
the words of his poems, poems that are not abandoned
but finished; begun from small fragments of thoughts
found wandering through his mind in cafes in Paris
floating in water under the bridge or arriving with wind
just as poets parachute to earth born fully as adults
who write of tension and Monday and most of all lanyards
and how only one angel can dance on the head of a pin
and sit alone with me, just the two of us today at lunch.
OMG! You will not believe what Billy Collins said had happened to him as a young man who loved poetry more than any other single, solitary act…
Billy Collins Said…Oh, My God!
Billy Collins said
when he was in school
he ate dinner once
with Robert Frost,
and all he could do
was keep his eyes
in his soup and try
to avoid staring
as Frost talked
with Jesuit teachers
at his high school
in New York.
.
And now I can say
I am a non-Jesuit
high school teacher
who stared at Billy Collins
and not her salad once
when Collins said
he stared at soup
instead of Robert Frost,
and then uttered mentally
the religious devotion
so bemusing to Collins,
Oh, My God!
Not one magical word escaped me as he spoke, but one word took my breath away. Was it chance that he used my all-time favorite word when he spoke? No…
It Was Not Chance
It was not chance
that Billy Collins used
my favorite word
when he spoke at lunch
while the salt stood
next to the pepper,
the crystal goblet
with ice lingering
and the butter knife,
cut to the chase
was what he did
as he told of
his love affair
with poetry, walking
through the halls
of high school
as a boy with poems
in his pockets
and a goal to look
like Edgar Allan Poe.
It was for me a moment
of profound recognition,
for I often wondered
what it would be like
to be Emily Dickinson
In high school walking
nowhere because of that
suffocating agoraphobia
and those flies buzzing
when I died—because
he said my favorite word
and it was truly
epiphanic.
There was illumination in the day and magic in my soul as I excitedly awaited my turn in line to have Billy Collins sign one of my worn copies of his words before leaving. I found myself overwhelmed, my heart racing, what if I have…
Nothing Good to Say?
And so what would I say
to this man Billy Collins,
whom I had so long admired
had so often read
kept on my desk
in my classroom
on my bedside table
tucked in suitcases
folded on my lap
embraced, with tears
welling In my eyes
standing in line
to meet him?
“I am an English teacher,
and you are my Robert Frost.”
First, I can’t imagine you having nothing to say. And of course you didn’t. Thanks for the post. Can I borrow your non-autographed copy of his poetry books next week?
By: Sherry on February 7, 2009
at 1:27 pm
Wow! I couldn’t have imagined a better way to read about your experience. My favorite line: “Today I ate lunch with Billy Collins alone / just the two of us in a room with four hundred others”
Fantastic!
Thanks for sharing!
By: Douglas on February 7, 2009
at 1:47 pm
Great Post!! I’m still envious, but thank you for allowing to experience Billy Collins through your post.
What was Collins reaction to “you are my Robert Frost”?
Beautiful writing…thank you for sharing!
By: Jodi on February 7, 2009
at 3:18 pm
Thanks for your kind words and for reading! His response was a boyish grin and then the comment, “Teacher–salt of the earth…” Honestly he was quick to dismiss my comment in that very humble, charming sort of way, and I was about to pass out in admiration. I felt like a tongue-tied high school student, in a good way!
By: Tricia Buck on February 8, 2009
at 2:28 am
You amaze me with your way with words. wow.
By: Kristen on February 7, 2009
at 9:05 pm
Bravo! What a treat for us, your readers.
By: steveshann on February 8, 2009
at 7:08 am
Thanks so much for your read! It was so much fun to write.
By: Tricia Buck on February 8, 2009
at 12:55 pm
I came back to read this entry after reading parts of “Trouble”. Now I see references to his work that I was unaware of the first time I read. I’m not sure what I want to talk about more at lunch now, PLN or Billy Collins. 🙂 Do you read Collins in any of your classes?
By: Sherry on February 8, 2009
at 11:27 am
I am your english student,
and you are my Robert Frost.
By: Rian on February 8, 2009
at 11:10 pm
Rian, I just opened my blog here at my desk at Turpin High School and saw your comment. It took my breath away. When I watched you perform in the school holiday assembly I was amazed by the beauty and power of you alone on the stage with your guitar and your voice. You moved me to tears with your talent and your sincerity. Thank you for your words today and always, I am so grateful to have you on my path…
By: Tricia Buck on February 9, 2009
at 8:53 am
I love, in the style of Mr. Collins himself, how you were able to use poetry to describe your experience with Billy Collins:-)!
By: Thea Staley on February 9, 2009
at 8:53 am
I love how you wrote this, Mrs. Buck! Such a fresh take on the “Here’s this wonderful thing that happened! Let me tell you all about it!” post.
I might have to try a post all in poetry myself sometime.
It is really exciting that you got to have lunch with Billy Collins. Maybe one day someone will get to have lunch with you and discuss your writing and look up to you the way you look up to him. I know you are an inspiration to me. :]
-Marissa
By: Marissa on February 9, 2009
at 10:46 am
Thanks so much for reading Marissa! You always inspire me to take a fresh look at life! I would love to read your poetry when you write it. Glad to have you back in class!
By: Tricia Buck on February 9, 2009
at 7:47 pm
Brilliant! I have shared your post with many colleagues. Well done, Tricia.
By: Nancy Stewart on February 14, 2009
at 11:06 am
Last night I was commenting to my wife about how the sky had changed. We have had so much cloud cover that clear night sky viewings had been separated by weeks. Orion’s head was pointing north now instead of west and the Pleiades cluster was no longer in it’s familiar position. Being aware of the details of the sky made this change, a simple act of our tilting and rotating, bring the sky to life again for me.
I feel that way about my view of you after being confronted with your writing.
Your transparency, particularly with your students, is an example we should all look to, like Venus marking the seasons.
By: Roderick Vesper on February 14, 2009
at 11:12 am
Once again, such a privilege to read! Thank you Mrs. Buck!!
By: Hannah Breidinger on February 15, 2009
at 10:26 pm
Wow, Trisha, your writing and sharing with us is so powerful. I wish you had been my English teacher. Thaks for being my teacher with your blog today!
By: Kathy Ruck on March 18, 2009
at 5:28 pm
Mrs. Buck,
I know it’s been a while since you posted this, but sitting here at 11:30 on a Saturday night something compelled me to come back for another look of your writing. This is an amazing take on your experience, and I hope someday I can be half the writer you are. Thanks for sharing your work.
Kelly
By: Kelly on March 28, 2009
at 11:36 pm
Kelly, you are an exceptional student and person! I am fortunate to have had you in class twice. Thank you for taking the time to read my words and to add your kind comment. As I have said before, it is my pleasure to learn along with you!
By: Tricia Buck on March 29, 2009
at 1:00 am
About 10 years ago I was in high school and I was completely lost. In fact, I still am but now I’ve come to embrace myself as I am.
Anyway, I’ve never been a great student. I was a horrid student, truly. I dropped out at sixteen and came back the following year for a spell but dropped out again.
Mrs. Buck was my English teacher. I had her for two classes for that short time I had returned. She understood me better than any adult did at that time in my life.
She once said ‘One day I’ll be on the beach reading your book’. That stuck with me. She encourage my poetry and here all these years later I still write everyday.
So now I have written a novel, a 95+ thousand word fantasy novel (it’s the first in a series I’ve been mulling over). I thought of her.
I want to mail her a copy of my manuscript. It would be nice to have an educated opinion before the editors cut it up. I don’t know if I have the nerve to do that. I’d be embarrassed about all my typos. And I’ve never been very loud or particularly memorable. I hope she remembers me enough not to throw it out:)
By: A Burns on July 12, 2009
at 2:44 am
What a delight it was to see your reply! I am absolutely thrilled that you have continued to write and have produced a novel! That is amazing, and it is something I always knew you had in you. Though your own life story has not always been easy, I know you will have many happy chapters to come. Of course you can send your writing my way, just be patient with my return as I am already under a fairly great pile of essays!
By: Tricia Buck on September 2, 2009
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