Billy Collins is a favourite poet of mine, he is so good at making the ordinary everyday things suddenly become personal and touching. So true.Because of copyright restrictions I am unable to reproduce the poem in full, but please search it out in an anthology or at your local library.
‘The Death of the Hat’
Once every man wore a hat.
In the ashen newsreels,
the avenues of cities
are broad rivers flowing with hats.
The ballparks swelled
with thousands of strawhats,
brims and bands,
rows of men smoking
and cheering in shirtsleeves.
Hats were the law.
They went without saying.
You noticed a man without a hat in a crowd.
I challenge you to read the very last stanza [not shown here] without a tear in your eye as he transitions from hats to the loss of a loved one.
‘Taking Off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes’ by Billy Collins [UK: Picador]
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