MY GRANDFATHER'S TACKLE BOX: THE LIMITS OF MEMORY-DRIVEN POETRY.
| Publisher | Modern Poetry Association |
| Publication | Poetry |
| Subject | Literature/writing |
| Format | Magazine/Journal |
| ISSN | 0032-2032 |
| Issues per Year | 12 |
| Volume | 178 |
| Issue | 5 |
| Published | 2001-08-01 |
| Role | Type | Name |
| Author | n/a | Billy Collins |
Since the broad subject of this piece is autobiographical or "post-confessional" poetry, I should begin by making a confession regarding the above title. As far as I know, my grandfather never owned a tackle box, and if he did, somebody must have thrown it out. Because my parents married late, all four of my grandparents were already dead by the time I was born, so if one of my grandfathers did own a tackle box, I would have no memory of a grandfather to connect it to. Plus, my grandfathers were Irish immigrants who were probably too poor to afford such sporting gear. And even if such...
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