After we have finished here,
the world will continue its quiet turning,
and the years will still transpire,
but now without their numbers,
and the days and months will pass
without the names of Norse and Roman gods.
Time will go by the way it did
before history, pure and unnoticed,
a mystery that arose between the sun and moon
before there was a word
for dawn or noon or midnight,
before there were names for the earth’s
when fruit hung anonymously
from scattered groves of trees,
light on the smooth green side,
shadow on the other.
By Billy Collins
Out of the many poems I read by Billy Collins, ‘While Eating a Pear’ was the most thought-provoking for me because it exposes the poet’s thoughts in a way that the others don’t as much. It has more philosophical depth; it explores the idea that math is merely a tool for us humans to explain and understand the universe. Overall it is very eerie and thoughtful.