N/A

What can I say? Luscious pleasure comes to mind as a way to describe the poetry written in "The Rain In Portugal" by Billy Collins. It's so easy to picture each of his thoughts: cats, months, rain, a weathervane. Would like to own a copy and read it again and again. I think of Billy Collins mind as brilliant. A mind which longs to share all of its discoveries with other people or readers. http://billycollinspoetry.com/