Billy Collins reads
My Jacket Is Polished Gray
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My jacket is polished gray Emblazoned with roses and fire. I drive some men crazy; others are merely foolish or they grow quiet. Who knows why the weak And the loony hold me up? But sharp pain comes to those who lift me Higher than man’s treasure most dear. Accustomed to their sad pleasure, They won’t get used to their bitter woe. Listen to more readings from The Word Exchange »