The Writer's Almanac
Each day, Garrison Keillor reads a poem and relates stories of significant events touching literary history.
For a child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, “Be sure to remember to always speak, to everyone you meet.” We met a stranger on foot. My grandfather’s whip tapped his hat. “Good day, sir. Good day. A fine day.” And I said it and bowed where... Read more »
It’s easy to love a deer But try to care about bugs and scrawny trees Love the puddle of lukewarm water From last week’s rain. Leave the mountains alone for now. Also the clear lakes surrounded by pines. People are lined up to admire them. Get close to the things that slide away in the... Read more »
I remember how the upper crust in my hometown pronounced it—care-a-mel. Which is correct, I guess, but to everybody else it was carmel. Which led to the misconception about the order of Carmelites. I imagined they served God by heating sugar to about 170 C, then adding milk and butter and vanilla essence while they... Read more »
Carry her over the water, And set her down under the tree, Where the culvers white all day and all night, And the winds from every quarter, Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love. Put a gold ring on her finger, And press her close to your heart, While the fish in the lake their snapshots... Read more »
Shake out the ruffle, turn and go, Over the trellis blow the kiss. Some of the guests will never know Another night to shadow this. Some of the birds awake in vines Will never see another face So frail, so lovely anyplace Between the birdbath and the bines. O dark come never down to you.... Read more »
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea — Past the houses — past the headlands — Into deep Eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains, Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?