I love Billy Collins. So, will you after this, if you don't already. See you after two weeks.
Isn't he incorrigibly funny? I read a poem he wrote on Emily Dickinson, a very long time ago. It was about the complexity of women's clothing in 19th century America. Then there was one about the travails of turning ten, that also had a Shelley reference. One of the most buoyant poets, ever.
Must get back to relativity now.