A QUESTION OF ANGELS
by Billy Collins
Of all the questions you might want to ask about angels, the only one you ever hear is how many can dance on the head of a pin?
No curiosity about how they pass the eternal time
Do they fly through God's body and come out singing?
What about their sleeping habits, the fabric of their robes,
If an angel fell off a cloud would he leave a hole
If an angel delivered the mail would he arrive in a
No, the medieval theologians control the court.
It is designed to make us think in millions,
She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful
This was the first Collins' poem I wanted to learn, although I think in the end I learnt One Life to Live first. This is Collins at his most irresistible - the theological question has always been absurd; he takes it to the limit. The lack of imagination in the question sends him off into a wild imagination and even to a moment of surrealism in the lines about the angel falling off a cloud. And the end of the poem is just wonderful; not only the conclusion that one angel is sufficient for anyone, but the fact that she has a jazz combo accompanying her eternal dance sweeps you off into heaven itself. You can read more about the Angels/Dance/Pin debate here. There is a short story on the subject here.
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