Comments on: The Lanyard

By: Wendy Avery

Wendy Avery — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 18:24:39 +0000

His live CD is the most played in my car. My personal absolute favorite poem of his is “The Country.” I heard him read it on PHC and collapsed into laughter (I used to summer in Vermont at my Grandparents’ home, later my parents’, where indeed the matches were kept in a tin. You’ll have to read or listen to it to get this. My teenaged sons and I do like “The Lanyard” as well. I myself am a proud owner of bright green and turquoise lanyard earrings.

Wendy

By: Kristin

Kristin — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 16:51:05 +0000

Love it! It made me smile and laugh. My “lanyards” are made with paper and crayons, so far.

By: Aurora

Aurora — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 17:09:36 +0000

I remember when I first ‘discovered’ Billy Collins in high school… ‘Picnic, Lightning’ might be my favorite.

By: Bev Adler

Bev Adler — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 00:01:34 +0000

I adore this man and his poetry. Especially when he’s on Prairie Home Companion.

By: Lori aka knittingfool

Lori aka knittingfool — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 04:34:05 +0000

Oh, the lanyards, the exquisite, formless lumps of carefully painted clay, the Gods Eye weavings…thanks, Susan. I never read that poem, and it is indeed wonderful.

By: Susan aka reddirt

Susan aka reddirt — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 02:30:57 +0000

it’s odd how well I can cry and laugh at the same time.

By: nancy

nancy — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 01:02:12 +0000

Thanks, that was a real treat.

By: --Deb

--Deb — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 22:06:41 +0000

I totally agree about Billy Collins–he’s one of my very favorite poets. (And considering how few there are, that says a lot!)

By: Dianne

Dianne — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 18:34:16 +0000

Don’t you just love Billy Collins? I heard Garrison Keillor read “The Night House” years ago and immediately looked up the author and went out to buy a book of his poetry. I could listen to Billy Collins read his own poems all day. Thanks for a smile to start my day.

By: Judy

Judy — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 18:17:38 +0000

This poem brought tears to my eyes as I remembered sitting on a wooden bench at camp totally focused on making a red and white lanyard. I still remember how to make that boxy shape. My mother is gone now, but when I handed it to her so many years ago and she put it around her neck, I was telling her how much I loved her and I think she understood.