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The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor: Episodes

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... <a class="excerpt-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... <a class="excerpt-read-more" ...
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&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Oh, po’ sinner, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Now is yo’ time &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Oh, po’ sinner &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;What yo’ gwine to do when de lamp burn down? Oh, de lamp ...
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&#8217; er it mar The loveliness of Nature, prove a bar To the Mind&#8217;s gaining that prophetic sense Of future change, that point of vision, whence ...
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... ...
The air was soft, the ground still cold. In the dull pasture where I strolled Was something I could not believe. Dead grass appeared to slide and heave, Though still too frozen-flat to stir, And rocks to twitch and all to blur. What was this rippling of the land? Was matter getting out of hand... <a ...
The moon was like a full cup tonight, too heavy, and sank in the mist soon after dark, leaving for light faint stars and the silver leaves of milkweed beside the road, gleaming before my car. Yet I like driving at night in summer and in Vermont: the brown road through the mist of mountain-dark,... <a ...
Like primitives we buried the cat with his bowl. Bare-handed we scraped sand and gravel back into the hole. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;They ...
I had left you at the gate to buy a newspaper and on my way back stopped at a bank of monitors to check the status of our flight to London. That was when you noticed a middle-aged man in a brown jacket and the green short-brimmed cap I&#8217;d bought for the trip. It wasn&#8217;t... <a class="excerpt-read-more" ...
From Endymion Book I A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases, it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind... ...
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Once some people were visiting Chekhov. While they made remarks about his genius the Master fidgeted. Finally he said, &#8220;Do you like chocolates?&#8221; They were astonished, and silent. He repeated the question, whereupon one lady plucked up her courage and murmured shyly, &#8220;Yes.&#8221; &#8220;Tell ...
So what do you want? he growled inside the chopper, strapping me roughly to the stretcher as if I were already dead. &#8220;Jesus,&#8221; I swore, delirious with pain, touching the hot mush of my legs. “To see my wife. Go home, play with my kids, help them grow up. You know.” His camouflaged face ...
As I drive into town the driver in front of me runs a stop sign. A pedestrian pulls down his cap. A man comes out of his house to sweep the steps. Ordinariness bright as raspberries. I turn on the radio. Somebody tells me the day is sunny and warm. A woman laughs and my... <a class="excerpt-read-more" ...
Helmet and rifle, pack and overcoat Marched through a forest. Somewhere up ahead Guns thudded. Like the circle of a throat The night on every side was turning red. They halted and they dug. They sank like moles Into the clammy earth between the trees. And soon the sentries, standing in their holes, Felt ...
Had I the heavens&#8217; 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 ...
Driving a cardboard automobile without a license &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;at the turn of the century &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;my ...
across from the gas station a bus stopped every ten minutes under the blue streetlight and discharged a single passenger. Never more than one. A one-armed man with a cane. A girl in red leather. A security guard carrying his lunch box. They stepped into the light, looked left, then right, and disappeared. ...
It was my father taught my mother how to dance. I never knew that. I thought it was the other way. Ballroom was their style, a graceful twirling, curved arms and fancy footwork, a green-eyed radio. There is always more than you know. There are always boxes put away in the cellar, worn shoes and... <a ...
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