Billy Collins: Pick of the Week [ed. Terence Winch]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Afternoon with Irish Cows

 

There were a few dozen who occupied the field

across the road from where we lived,

stepping all day from tuft to tuft,

their big heads down in the soft grass,

though I would sometimes pass a window

and look out to see the field suddenly empty

as if they had taken wing, flown off to another country.

 

Then later, I would open the blue front door,

and again the field would be full of their munching

or they would be lying down

on the black-and-white maps of their sides,

facing in all directions, waiting for rain.

How mysterious, how patient and dumbfounded

they appear in the long quiet of the afternoon.

 

But every once in a while, one of them

would let out a sound so phenomenal

that I would put down the paper

or the knife I was cutting an apple with

and walk across the road to the stone wall

to see which one of them was being torched

or pierced through the side with a long spear.

 

Yes, it sounded like pain until I could see

the noisy one, anchored there on all fours,

her neck outstretched, her bellowing head

laboring upward as she gave voice

to the rising, full-bodied cry

that began in the darkness of her belly

and echoed up through her bowed ribs into her gaping mouth.

 

Then I knew that she was only announcing

the large, unadulterated cowness of herself,

pouring out the ancient apologia of her kind

to all the green fields and the gray clouds,

to the limestone hills and the inlet of the blue bay,

while she regarded my head and shoulders

above the wall with one wild, shocking eye.

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Billy Collins is a former US Poet Laureate. His latest collection is Whale Day (Random House, 2020.)

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 Cows in county Cork, Ireland. Sept. 2020. Photo by Jennifer O'Riordan.

 

 

Comments

[Jiwon Choi]

Outstanding!

I also want to revel in the “unadulterated cowness” of myself. Viva la bovine!

[Terence Winch]

I'm so glad you like it, Jiwon. It's a favorite of mine.

[Jennifer O’Riordan]

A great poem! It says it all so perfectly. Ar fheabhas!

[Terence Winch]

And thanks for that great photo of the cows in Cork.

[eileen reich]

A wonderful poem. I loved it!

[Karen Allen]

So delightful. I feel transported to that stone wall and field.

[Terence Winch]

I'm glad you did!

[Terence Winch]

Glad you liked it, Karen

[Maureen Owen]

Loved the quiet, Irish, cottage greenery of the mood this brings. And the appearance of the cows themselves was fabulous!

[Terence Winch]

Maureen, mo chara, I agree---Cows are fabulous.

[Beth Joselow]

Good one. Brings us back to the normal world of living things, living in harmony and appreciation of the other. Thank you for this selection, Terry.

[Terence Winch]

Ah, yes. the world as it once was. Glad you liked the poem, Beth.