The Writer's Almanac
Each day, Garrison Keillor reads a poem and relates stories of significant events touching literary history.
I wanted to go on an immense journey, to travel night and day into the unknown until, forgetting my old self, I came into possession of a new self, one that I might have missed on my previous travels. But the first step was beyond me. I lay in bed, unable to move, pondering, as... Read more »
Some nights I think of it, moving to Malibu, just as I stretch, like a cat stretches, to my full length, as though I am easing into cool waters. I imagine the blue of the sea; the bright green leaves of the geranium on the patio, the bright pink blooms, the yellow sun and white... Read more »
On the stage set of the Piazza della Rotunda A couple of thousand citizens (some still in togas) strolling about or sitting at café tables And an old old flowerseller passing among the tables bending over young couples in jeans as they whisper together and offering them her so dry flowers And they not deigning... Read more »
Oh, po’ sinner, Now is yo’ time Oh, po’ sinner What yo’ gwine to do when de lamp burn down? Oh, de lamp burn down an’ yo’ cannot see; What yo’ gwine t’ do when de lamp burn down? Oh, de lamp burm down an’ yo’ cannot see; What yo’ gwine t’ do when de... Read more »
Motion and Means, on land and sea at war With old poetic feeling, not for this, Shall ye, by Poets even, be judged amiss! Nor shall your presence, howsoe’ er it mar The loveliness of Nature, prove a bar To the Mind’s gaining that prophetic sense Of future change, that point of vision, whence May... Read more »
there are song birds singing and roosters crowing, dogs barking and a pneumatic drill being used on the sidewalk below, and I wake remembering these things from Omaha as if the sound of the sea, of the gulls were from Omaha, too, wake wondering that I have traveled so far to find dream and reality... Read more »