The Writer's Almanac
Each day, Garrison Keillor reads a poem and relates stories of significant events touching literary history.
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface... Read more »
Adolescence came the night we were walking back from the playground after all the basketball we could fit in before dark, and a loud car pulled up beside us, four girls, a red Mustang, the Angels, loud, on the radio, but they didn’t need directions, these girls, these angels, they knew where they were going.... Read more »
Kooser called from Nebraska to say he’d found a large cinder on a long walk along abandoned country railroad tracks, a remnant of steam trains, the cinder similar to those our fathers shoveled from coal furnaces in the early winter mornings before stoking the fire. In your dark bedroom you’d hear the scrape of the... Read more »
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a glass washboard at one end And siphoned off at the other, and so Perpetually renewed, a herd of lobster Is made available to the customer Who may choose whichever one he wants to carry home... Read more »
The child you think you don’t want is the one who will make you laugh. She will break your heart when she loses the sight in one eye and tells the doctor she wants to be an apple tree when she grows up. It will be this child who forgives you again and again for... Read more »
Seeing the snowman standing all alone In dusk and cold is more than he can bear. The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepare A night of gnashings and enormous moan. His tearful sight can hardly reach to where The pale-faced figure with bitumen eyes Returns him such a god-forsaken stare As outcast Adam... Read more »