The Writer's Almanac
Each day, Garrison Keillor reads a poem and relates stories of significant events touching literary history.
I still think about the shepherds, how many stars They saw. We owe our love of God to these sheep That had to be followed, or companioned, all night. One can’t just let them run. By midnight The stars had already become huge talkers. The Parent sits in her proud Chair, and is punished. The... Read more »
Once, when I wandered in the woods alone, An old man tottered up to me and said, “Come, friend, and see the grave that I have made For Amaryllis.” There was in the tone Of his complaint such quaver and such moan That I took pity on him and obeyed, And long stood looking where... Read more »
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because... Read more »
Remember how we took those separate flights imagining the worst: our plane gone down, our children young, alone? I’d leave an hour before you, wait to meet you at your gate, or you’d go first, arrive and rent a car, then meet me at the exit. In between, blue emptiness, our lives suspended where clouds... Read more »
Inside the barn the sheep were standing, pushed close to one another. Some were dozing, some had eyes wide open listening in the dark. Some had no doubt heard of wolves. They looked weary with all the burdens they had to carry, like being thought of as stupid and cowardly, disliked by cowboys for the... Read more »
One day in my family’s life I entered the English language d’s and t’s in my teeth s’s steaming I elongated i’s lost a few r’s included them where they weren’t wanted I often stationed a preposition at the end of a sentence this was to guard against aggrieved inflection Much to my surprise strangers understood me... Read more »