In the Room of a Thousand Miles By Billy Collins I like writing about where I am, where I happen to be sitting, the humidity or the clouds, the scene outside the window-- a pink tree in bloom, a neighbor walking his small, nervous dog. And if I am drinking a cup of tea at the time or a small glass of whiskey, I will find a line to put it on. My wife hands these poems back to me with a sigh. She thinks I ought to be opening up my aperture to let in the wild rhododendrons of Ir

I first read this poem in the beautiful compilation "Risking Everything 110 Poems of Love and Revelation". Here it is: This Much I Do...

My sister Lourdes shared these lines in our yoga class, excerpt from the poem "Sobremesa", by Rosario Castellanos. Gracias Lourdes!...