The Writer's Almanac
Each day, Garrison Keillor reads a poem and relates stories of significant events touching literary history.
Lying here quietly beside you, My cheek against your firm, quiet thighs, The calm music of Boccherini Washing over us in the quiet, As the sun leaves the housetops and goes Out over the Pacific, quiet— So quiet the sun moves beyond us, So quiet as the sun always goes, So quiet, our bodies, worn... Read more »
Temperature in the upper seventies, a bit of a breeze. Great cumulus clouds pass slowly through the summer sky like parade floats. And the slender grasses gather round you, pressing forward, with exaggerated deference, whispering, eager to catch a glimpse. It’s your party after all. And it couldn’t be more perfect. Yet there’s a nagging... Read more »
When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad,... Read more »
my mother wants me to go to college the closest she has ever been is this the dorm her father had needed her to dig the potatoes and load them into burlap bags but here she is leaving her daughter on the campus in the city time to go we are at the desk the... Read more »
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to... Read more »
In the photograph the boy is ecstatic, set free, a young king, everything ahead of him. There is nothing he can’t have if he wants it and he wants it, as does his friend beside him. They are ready now to ride off together and slay dragons, rescue the world. It’s all here in the... Read more »