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Tuesday, September 09, 2008

I Heart Billy Collins

Just a quick post here, Faithful Readers. You may recall my admiration for the work of American poet Billy Collins. Here's another treasure from him that came my way via my wife via a teaching colleague of hers (and neighbor of ours, too, by the way). If you've ever been either a parent or a child, you may find that this poem expresses a truth about both.


"The Lanyard"
by Billy Collins

The other day I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room,
moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.

No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one into the past more suddenly—
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp
by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid long thin plastic strips
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.

I had never seen anyone use a lanyard
or wear one, if that’s what you did with them,
but that did not keep me from crossing
strand over strand again and again
until I had made a boxy
red and white lanyard for my mother.

She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard.
She nursed me in many a sick room,
lifted spoons of medicine to my lips,
laid cold face-cloths on my forehead,
and then led me out into the airy light

and taught me to walk and swim,
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.
Here are thousands of meals, she said,
and here is clothing and a good education.
And here is your lanyard, I replied,
which I made with a little help from a counselor.

Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth,
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.
And here, I wish to say to her now,
is a smaller gift—not the worn truth

that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took
the two-tone lanyard from my hand,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless, worthless thing I wove
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.

1 comment:

  1. Hello Moberg family! I just got my computer working agin with JJ's help and had to catch up - I hadn't sent you guys a note for a long time so Hello! I was excited to see the picture with Roger and Grandma Gus - It has been a long time since I have seen your dad - way to long! He looks great and Grandma Gus looks great! I hope you are all enjoying the rest of your summer! I think I am missing everyone more since we had the reunion - It is definitely time for me to make a trip home!! Love to everyone Jake Girls can you do me a favor and give your Grandpa a gret big hug for me!!! Then have your mom send me the picture - OK!

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