The Writer's Almanac
Each day, Garrison Keillor reads a poem and relates stories of significant events touching literary history.
Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips... Read more »
I was glad to. After all, it would be just him and me in the cab together for eight whole hours, talking. He’d been away at college for four whole years, text-messaging every now and then, and now I expected some full sentences. That was the deal. In return we’d use my credit card and... Read more »
A farm road in the San Joaquin heading into the red dirt of the gold country miles and miles of fencerows with meadowlarks singing on the wires the song of one entering the song of another all down the road window open I hear song trailing into song the road continuing as far as I... Read more »
The Props assist the House Until the House is built And then the Props withdraw And adequate, erect, The House support itself And cease to recollect The Auger and the Carpenter— Just such a retrospect Hath the perfected Life— A past of Plank and Nail And slowness—then the Scaffolds drop Affirming it a Soul.
Out for a walk tonight, the dog is throwing all her weight against the leash, lunging toward the fat tomcat licking his black ankles with a delicious, solemn attention at the top of the neighbor’s steps. Because this is what the dog was made to do. Because for some lucky animals the space between the... Read more »
Alex dresses up in a sweet black suit for his Central High senior picture holding his trumpet as if he will raise it like a silver night-blooming moonflower to play “Sweet Georgia Brown” or “Almost Blue.” Alex has sat in on jazz gigs in New Orleans, San Francisco, D.C. and Saint Paul. He attends summer... Read more »