3-year-old recites poem, “Litany” by Billy Collins



This is my 3-year-old son. He loves poetry and he loves to memorize. Here he is reciting a poem called “Litany” by Billy Collins.
Here is the text:

“You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman’s tea cup.
But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and–somehow–the wine.”

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21 thoughts on “3-year-old recites poem, “Litany” by Billy Collins

  • September 5, 2017 at 9:36 am
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    I teach Billy Collins in my American Lit class. We read his poetry for the final class of the semester. Throughout the semester, students have had opportunities to memorize and transcribe passages of poetry or prose for extra credit, so this video is both an affirmation for those who did and a mild suggestion of lost opportunities for those who did not. It's a joyful way to end the semester. Read poetry! Read it to yourself, to your SO, to children in your life. Invite them to read poetry to you.

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  • September 5, 2017 at 9:36 am
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    I seriously watch this every time I feel depressed, despair or unhappiness. His darling little voice, channeling the poem, never fails to make me happy. Bless you for uploading it.

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  • September 5, 2017 at 9:36 am
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    INCREDIBLY VERY NICE AND IT WOULD BE A SPECIAL TREAT TO SEE HIM NOW! eh? bg THANKS FOR THIS UPLOAD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • September 5, 2017 at 9:36 am
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    Tonight the woman I love, told me that I am her bread and her knife, then she sent me this link. I am moved beyond words…I love you flower.

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  • September 5, 2017 at 9:36 am
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    Six and one half years ago; he would be nine or ten now.
    Thank you for the breath of optimism this granted me in regard to the quality of our coming generations. At his exact age I had learned to recite, "Twas The Night Before Christmas" and had done so because I liked hearing it more often than I could have it read to me. I can now begin speaking learned verse, continue doing so for days and not repeat. I know what it is like to enjoy recital while this young. I remember a lot of being three years old and sometimes tell stories about things which happened then. Watching this young man perform this feat so effortlessly allowed me to share his experience as with application of theory of mind. "In Lak'ech ala kin". I thank you also for this.
    I usually feel very much alone in the world and had even grown to enjoy solitude as a natural matter of course. This reminded me of a time when I felt the effect of my words upon those around me. Trust me in that I know he felt the interplay of his speech with our very consciousnesses. I like this kid so much that it pains me and I hope that he never is forced into himself by outgrowing most of the minds around him.
    Please shake his hand for me. He is at least one in a million. All children may be so gifted but nearly all are instead limited by their environments and by the imaginations of their predecessors. Were more allowed natural progress they could become more extroverted as they would find like minds with whom to exchange meaningful dialog.
    Remember that handshake and tell him that it is by way of thanks because he taught me a poem which I did not know.

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  • September 5, 2017 at 9:36 am
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    To access the adult humor of this poem, listen to the reading given by Billy Collens. Very funny – although this kid does a good job too.

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  • September 5, 2017 at 9:36 am
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    Nothing compares that black girl and the poem she made herself and she can speak properly

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  • September 5, 2017 at 9:36 am
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    I was a preschool teacher of 3,4 and 5 year olds and I do know that memorizing poems is possible at that age because I taught my children multiple poems…tried to teach them at least one per month. This little 3 year old is wonderful as he can continue from where he left off when interrupted. Whoever is teaching him is a real jewel as he will possible carry this poem on throughout his life…what a wonderful thought.

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