LONE WOLF -- Billy Collins unwound the tangled earbuds from his iPod and stretched the wires across the dark wooden table in the library. He placed the music player next to spiral notebook, then slowly rolled the wires in a small tight circle.

"I only have about 37 songs on this thing," he said. "Some John Lee Hooker. Some Bob Dylan. A little '50s doo-wop." The lack of music isn't that big of an issue, because Collins' iPod doesn't have to work hard; it doesn't get a lot of use.

"I just use it to tune out the noise," he said; noise created by humans in places such as airports.

Technology isn't Billy Collins' thing.

His cellphone is turned off and the iPod remains untouched since its earbuds were freed from their tangles. Instead, the former poet laureate of the United States picks up his ink pen, opens his notebook and scribbles a few lines.

And for the next 30 minutes or so, he speaks of jazz and writing and good poetry and bad poetry and even of the stark beauty of Oklahoma.

Yes, Billy Collins speaks well.

But he writes better.

"I was listening to Thelonious Monk coming out here," he said. "I've even learned a couple of his songs, but I would never play them in front of anyone. Because I don't believe anyone can really play Thelonious. He was too unique. I think trying to play that is a form of trespassing."

And while trying to play Monk might seem like a violation, for Collins -- a New York native -- writing poetry which evokes images of jazz and rain and snow and even household items is his life's work.

Named a Literary Lion by the New York Public Library, a Guggenheim fellow, the poet laureate of New York, and yes, poet laureate of the United States for 2001 through 2003, Collins has earned almost every prize offered in the world of poetry.

But since June 13, he's has been an Oklahoman.

Chosen as a member of the faculty of the Oklahoma Summer Arts Institute, Collins has spent the past week sharing his experience with a select group of high school students. Last week, Collins spoke to the entire group during a poetry reading at the Kerr Performing Arts Center.

Collins' hour-long performance featured him reading several of his works and, when finished, generated a spontanious standing ovation.

"Coming here has been fascinating," he said. "It's sort of an 'end-of-the-line' experience." By that, Collins said he was speaking of the lodge's remote location. "There's a railroad line here, but it only goes one way, to ship wheat out. And there's only one road into the lodge. It's like Oklahoma's Shangri-la. This beautiful, stark place."