Even if it keeps you up all night,
wash down the walls and scrub the floor
of your study before composing a syllable.
Clean the place as if the Pope were on his way.
Spotlessness is the niece of inspiration.
The more you clean, the more brilliant
your writing will be, so do not hesitate to take
to the open fields to scour the undersides
of rocks or swab in the dark forest
upper branches, nests full of eggs.
When you find your way back home
and stow the sponges and brushes under the sink,
you will behold in the light of dawn
the immaculate altar of your desk,
a clean surface in the middle of a clean world.
From a small vase, sparkling blue, lift
a yellow pencil, the sharpest of the bouquet,
and cover pages with tiny sentences
like long rows of devoted ants
that followed you in from the woods.
—Billy Collins
(Sometimes I take this poem literally – I do everything else before sitting down to write. And sometimes I shake my head and smile at Collins’ tongue-in-cheek humor, grab a pen and start scribbling even though there is dust on the dining-room floor and dishes in the sink.)
I hate cleaning, and yet when it’s time to write, I always end up cleaning first. When there are so many other ways of avoidance, I wonder why so many of us turn to cleaning…?
I hate cleaning, and yet when it’s time to write, I always clean first. When there are so many other ways to distract oneself from work, I wonder why writers turn to cleaning of all things….?
Love the poem! And the image of a bouquet of yellow pencils is making me smile.
I love it. You introduced me to Billy Collins and I’m devoted now! This one is great.
yes, I’ve been known to clean the garage if a chapter needs writing.