...pleasure, of course, is a slippery word.... Our pleasures ultimately belong to us, not to the pleasure's source.
Billy CollinsAnd strangely enoughthe only emotion I ever feel, is what the beaver must feel, as he bears each stick to his hidden construction, which creates the tranquil pond and gives the mallards somewhere to paddle, and the pair of swans a place to conceal their young
Billy CollinsPoetry is like standing on the edge of a lake on a moonlit night and the light of the moon is always pointing straight at you.
Billy Collins