Good Poems by Garrison Keillor (English) Paperback Book

Description: Good Poems by Garrison Keillor A must-have collection for fans of Garrison Keillor and all lovers of good poems, this anthology includes verses about lovers, children, failure, everyday life, death, and transcendence. It features the work of classic poets, such as Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, and Robert Frost, as well as the work of contemporary greats. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description A selection of meaningful and enjoyable poems to inspire and be enjoyed by everyoneHere is an anthology of poems, chosen by Garrison Keillor for their wit, their frankness, their passion, their "utter clarity in the face of everything else a person has to deal with at 7 a.m." Good Poems includes verse organized by theme about lovers, children, failure, everyday life, death, and transcendance. It features the work of classic poets, such as Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, and Robert Frost, as well as the work of contemporary greats such as Howard Nemerov, Charles Bukowski, Donald Hall, Billy Collins, Robert Bly, and Sharon Olds. Its a book of poems for anybody who loves poetry whether they know it or not. Author Biography Garrison Keillor, author of nearly a dozen books, is founder and host of the acclaimed radio show A Prairie Home Companion and the daily program The Writers Almanac. He is also a regular contributor to Time magazine. Table of Contents Good PoemsIntroduction1. O LordPoem in Thanks—Thomas LuxHow Many Nights—Galway KinnelWelcome Morning—Anne SextonPsalm 23—from The Bay Psalm BookAt Least—Raymond CarverAddress to the Lord—John BerrymanO Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie—Philip ApplemanPsalm—Reed WhittemorePsalm 121—Michael WigglesworthWhen one has lived a long time alone—Galway KinnellHome on the Range—AnonymousWhat I Want Is—C. G. Hanzlicek2. A DaySummer Morning—Charles SimicOtherwise—Jane KenyonPoem About Morning—William MeredithLiving—Denise LevertovAnother Spring—Kenneth RexrothMorning Person—Vassar MillerRoutine—Arthur GuitermanThe Life of a Day—Tom HennenFor My Son, Noah, Ten Years Old—Robert BlyIve known a Heaven, like a Tent—Emily DickinsonLetter to N.Y.—Elizabeth BishopDilemna—David Budbillfrom Song of Myself—Walt WhitmanNew Yorkers—Edward FieldSoaking Up Sun—Tom HennenLate Hours—Lisel Mueller3. MusicScrambled Eggs and Whiskey—Hayden CarruthMehitabels Song—Don MarquisNightclub—Billy CollinsAlley Violinist—Robert LaxCradle Song—Jim SchleyHer Door—Mary LeaderThe Pupil—Donald JusticePiano—D. H. LawrenceInsrument of Choice—Robert PhillipsHomage: Doo-Wop—Joseph StroudThe Persistence of Song—Howard MossOoly Pop a Cow—David HuddleElevator Music—Henry TaylorThe Grain of Sound—Robert MorganI Will Make You Brooches—Robert Louis StevensonThe Dance—C. K. WilliamsThe Investment—Robert FrostThe Dumka—B. H. FairchildThe Green Street Mortuary Marching Band—Lawrence Ferlinghetti4. ScenesPoem to Be Read at 3 A.M.—Donald JusticeThe Swimming Pool—Thomas LuxDostoevsky—Charles BukowskiAfter a Movie—Henry TaylorSummer Storm—Dana GioiaWoolworths—Mark IrwinWorked Late on a Tuesday Night—Deborah GarrisonThe Farmhouse—Reed Whittemorewrist-wrestling father—Orval LundYorkshiremen in Pub Gardens—Gavin EwartNoah—Roy Daniells5. LoversA Red, Red Rose—Robert BurnsWhen I Heard at the Close of Day—Walt WhitmanFirst Love—John ClareHe Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven—W. B. YeatsSonnet—C. B. TrailPolitics—W. B. YeatsMagellan Street, 1974—Maxine KuminAnimals—Frank OHaraLending Out Books—Hal SirowitzThe Changed Man—Robert PhillipsThe Constant North—J. F. HendryOn the Strength of All Conviction and the Stamina of Love—Jennifer Michael HechtThe Loft—Richard JonesThis Is Just to Say—William Carlos WilliamsThis Is Just to Say—Erica-Lynn GambinoVenetian Air—Thomas MooreSummer Morning—Louis SimpsonComin thro the Rye—Robert BurnsTopograhy—Sharon OldsSaturday Morning—Hugo WilliamsFlight—Louis JenkinsAt Twenty-Three Weeks She Can No Longer See Anything South of Her Belly—Thom WardFor the Life of Him and Her—Reed WhittemoreRomantics—Lisel MuellerDown in the Valley—AnonymousThe Middle Years—Walter McDonaldWinter Winds Cold and Blea...—John Claresince feeling is first—e. e. cummingsVergissmeinnicht—Keith DouglasSonnet XLIII What lips my lips have kissed—Edna St. Vincent MillayAfter the Argument—Stephen DunnThe Orange—Wendy CopeSusquehanna—Liz RosenbergFarm Wife—R. S. ThomasAfter Forty Years of Marriage, She Tries a New Recipe for Hamburger Hot Dish—Leo DangelThose Who Love—Sara TeasdaleQuietly—Kenneth RexrothFor C.W.B.—Elizabeth BishopShorelines—Howard MossPrayer for a Marriage—Steve ScafidiThe Master Speed—Robert FrostBonnards Nudes—Raymond Carver6. Days WorkHappiness—Raymond CarverHoeing—John UpdikeSome Details of Hebridean House Construction—Thomas A. ClarkRelations—Philip BoothWhat I Learned from My Mother—Julia KasdorfTo be of use—Marge PiercyNo Tool or Rope or Pail—Bob ArnoldOx Cart Man—Donald HallGirl on a Tractor—Joyce SutphenSoybeans—Thomas Alan OrrLanding Pattern—Philip ApplemanMae West—Edward FieldHay for the Horses—Gary Snyder7. Sons and DaughtersMasterworks of Ming—Kay RyanBess—Linda PastanA Little Tooth—Thomas LuxSonnet XXXVII—William ShakespeareEgg—C. G. HanzlicekRolls-Royce Dreams—Ginger AndrewsMy Life Before I Knew It—Lawrence RaabAfter Work—Richard JonesI Stop Writing the Poem—Tess GallagherFranklin Hyde—Hilaire BellocManners—Elizabeth BishopSeptember, the First Day of School—Howard NemerovFirst Lesson—Philip BoothChildhood—Barbara RasWaving Good-Bye—Gerald SternFamily Reunion—Maxine Kumin8. LanguageA Primer of the Daily Round—Howard NemerovThe Possessive Case—Lisel MuellerThe Icelandic Language—Bill HolmThe Fantastic Names of Jazz—Hayden CarruthOde to the Medieval Poets—W. H. AudenSweater Weather—Sharon Bryan9. A Good LifeWe grow accustomed to the Dark—Emily DickinsonA Ritual to Read to Each Other—William StaffordCourage—Anne SextonSometimes—Sheenagh PughLeisure—W. H. Daviesthe way it is now—Charles BukowskiA Secret Life—Stephen DunnLost—David WagonerSonnet XXV—William ShakespeareThe Eel in the Cave—Robert BlyWild Geese—Mary OliverFrom the Manifesto of the Selfish—Stephen DunnHope—Lisel MuellerThe Three Goals—David BudbillVermeer—Howard NemerovRepression—C. K. WilliamsWeather—Linda PastanModeration Is Not a Negation of Intensity, But Helps Avoid Monotony—John TagliabueTell all the Truth but tell it slant—Emily DickinsonThe Props assist the House...—Emily Dickinson10. BeastsLittle Citizen, Little Survivor—Hayden CarruthHer First Calf—Wendell BerryBats—Randall JarrellRiding Lesson—Henry TaylorWalking the Dog—Howard NemerovThe Excrement Poem—Maxine KuminStanza IV from Coming of Age—Ursula LeguinDestruction—Joanne KygerHow to See Deer—Philip BoothDogs Death—John UpdikeNames of Horses—Donald HallBison Crossing Near Mt. Rushmore—May Swenson11. FailureSuccess is counted sweetest...—Emily DickinsonSolitude—Ella Wheeler WilcoxThe first time I remember—Wendell BerryOur Lady of the Snows—Robert HassThe British Museum Reading Room—Louis MacNeiceThe Bare Arms of Trees—John TagliabueThe Sailor—Geof HewittA Place for Everything—Louis JenkinsThe Feast—Robert HassNobody Knows You—Jimmie Coxthe last song—Charles Bukowski12. ComplaintThe Forsaken Wife—Elizabeth ThomasConfession—Stephen DobynsLiving in the Body—Joyce SutphenTired As I Can Be—Bessie JacksonThe Iceberg Theory—Gerald LocklinManifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front—Wendell BerryA Bookmark—Tom Dischpoetry readings—Charles BukowskiPublication—is the Auction...—Emily Dickinson13. TripsOnce in the 40s—William Staffordlines from Moby Dick—Herman MelvilleRain Travel—W. S. Merwinwhere we are—Gerald LocklinExcelsior—Henry Wadsworth LongfellowOn a Tree Fallen Across the Road—Robert FrostA Walk Along the Old Tracks—Robert KinsleyPassengers—Billy CollinsThe Walloping Window-Blind—Charles Edward CarrylThe Vacation—Wendell BerryDirections—Joseph StroudPostscript—Seamus HeaneyNight Journey—Theodore RoethkeWaiting—Raymond Carver14. SnowNew Hampshire—Howard MossTo fight aloud...—Emily DickinsonDecember Moon—May SartonYears End— Richard WilburThe Snow Man—Wallace StevensJanuary—Baron Wormserin celebration of surviving—Chuck MillerHer Long Illness—Donal HallRequiescat—Oscar WildeThe Sixth of January—David BudbillNot Only the Eskimos—Lisel MuellerBoy at the Window—Richard WilburWinter Poem—Frederick MorganLester Tells of Wanda and the Big Snow—Paul ZimmerOld Boards—Robert BlyMarch Blizzard—John Tagliabue15. YellowElvis Kissed Me—T. S. KerriganStepping Out of Poetry—Gerald SternI shall keep singing!—Emily DickinsonSong to Onions—Roy Blount, Jr.O Luxury—Guy W. LongchampsComing—Kenneth RexrothA Light Left On—May SartonThe Yellow Slicker—Stuart DischellFirst Kiss—April LindnerThe Music One Looks Back On—Stephen Dobyns16. LivesIn a Prominent Bar in Secaucus One Day—X. J. KennedyWhos Who—W. H. AudenThe Portrait—Stanley KunitzParable of the Four-Poster—Erica JongEd—Louis SimpsonMemory—Hayden CarruthLazy—David LeeTestimonial—Harry Newman, Jr.Cathedral Builders—John OrmondThe Village Burglar—AnonymousThe Scandal—Robert BlyAt Last the Secret Is Out—W. H. AudenNight Light—Kate BarnesSir Patrick Spens—Anonymous17. EldersI Go Back to May 1937—Sharon OldsThose Winter Sundays—Robert HaydenThe Old Liberators—Robert HedinTo My Mother—Wendell BerryWorking in the Rain—Robert MorganBirthday Card to My Mother—Philip ApplemanYesterday—W. S. MerwinNo Map—Stephen DobynsMy Mother—Robert MezeyWhen My Dead Father Called—Robert BlyAugust Third—May SartonTerminus—Ralph Waldo Emerson18. The EndAuthorship—James B(al) NaylorYoung and Old—Charles KingsleyShifting the Sun—Diana Der-HovanessianMy Dads Wallet—Raymond CarverWhen I Am Asked—Lisel MuellerDirge Without Music—Edna St. Vicent MillayMy mother said...—Donald HallDepartures—Linda PastanAs Befits a Man—Langston HughesSunt Leones—Stevie SmithPerfection Wasted—John UpdikeEleanors Letters—Donald HallDeath and the Turtle—May SartonFour Poems in One—Anne PorterTitanic—David R. SlavittThe Burial of Sir John Moore after Corunna—Charles WolfeKaddish—David IgnatowTwilight: After Haying—Jane KenyonFor the Anniversary of My Death—W. S. Merwinfrom The Old Italians Dying—Lawrence FerlinghettiStreet Ballad—George BarkerLet Evening Come—Jane Kenyon19. The ResurrectionForty-Five—Hayden CarruthA Blessing—James WrightHoly Thursday—William Blakelines from Walden—Henry David ThoreauThe Peace of Wild Things—Wendell BerryFrom Blossoms—Li-Young LeeThe First Green of Spring—David BudhillHere—Grace PaleyThe Lives of the Heart—Jane HirshfieldSpring—Gerard Manley HopkinsFishing in the Keep of Silence—Linda GreggBiographiesName IndexTitle Index Review "A pretty dandy candy jar. The range of poets is wide, the tone is unpretentious, and the poems are all . . . good." (San Francisco Chronicle)"These are poems to live in comfort with all ones life." (Booklist)"[Keillor is] Will Rogers with grammar lessons, Aesop with no ax to grind, the common mans MoliFre." (The Houston Chronicle) Review Quote "These are poems to live in comfort with all ones life." ( Booklist ) Excerpt from Book Poem in Thanks Thomas Lux Lord Whoever, thank you for this air Im about to in- and exhale, this hutch in the woods, the wood for fire, the light-both lamp and the natural stuff of leaf-back, fern, and wing. For the piano, the shovel for ashes, the moth-gnawed blankets, the stone-cold water stone-cold: thank you. Thank you, Lord, coming for to carry me here-where Ill gnash it out, Lord, where Ill calm and work, Lord, thank you for the goddamn birds singing! How Many Nights Galway Kinnell How many nights have I lain in terror, O Creator Spirit, Maker of night and day, only to walk out the next morning over the frozen world hearing under the creaking of snow faint, peaceful breaths... snake, bear, earthworm, ant... and above me a wild crow crying yaw yaw yaw from a branch nothing cried from ever in my life. Welcome Morning Anne Sexton There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning, in the chapel of eggs I cook each morning, in the outcry from the kettle that heats my coffee each morning, in the spoon and the chair that cry "hello there, Anne" each morning, in the godhead of the table that I set my silver, plate, cup upon each morning. All this is God, right here in my pea-green house each morning and I mean, though often forget, to give thanks, to faint down by the kitchen table in a prayer of rejoicing as the holy birds at the kitchen window peck into their marriage of seeds. So while I think of it, let me paint a thank-you on my palm for this God, this laughter of the morning, lest it go unspoken. The Joy that isnt shared, Ive heard, dies young. Psalm 23 from The Bay Psalm Book The Lord to me a shepherd is, want therefore shall not I: He in the folds of tender grass, doth cause me down to lie: To waters calm me gently leads restore my soul doth he: He doth in paths of righteousness for his names sake lead me. Yea, though in valley of deaths shade I walk, none ill Ill fear: Because thou art with me, thy rod, and staff my comfort are. For me a table thou hast spread, in presence of my foes: Thou dost anoint my head with oil; my cup it overflows. Goodness and mercy surely shall all my days follow me: And in the Lords house I shall dwell so long as days shall be. At Least Raymond Carver I want to get up early one more morning, before sunrise. Before the birds, even. I want to throw cold water on my face and be at my work table when the sky lightens and smoke begins to rise from the chimneys of the other houses. I want to see the waves break on this rocky beach, not just hear them break as I did all night in my sleep. I want to see again the ships that pass through the Strait from every seafaring country in the world- old, dirty freighters just barely moving along, and the swift new cargo vessels painted every color under the sun that cut the water as they pass. I want to keep an eye out for them. And for the little boat that plies the water between the ships and the pilot station near the lighthouse. I want to see them take a man off the ship and put another up on board. I want to spend the day watching this happen and reach my own conclusions. I hate to seem greedy-I have so much to be thankful for already. But I want to get up early one more morning, at least. And go to my place with some coffee and wait. Just wait, to see whats going to happen. Address to the Lord John Berryman 1 Master of beauty, craftsman of the snowflake, inimitable contriver, endower of Earth so gorgeous & different from the boring Moon, thank you for such as it is my gift. I have made up a morning prayer to you containing with precision everything that most matters. According to Thy will the thing begins. It took me off & on two days. It does not aim at eloquence. You have come to my rescue again & again in my impassable, sometimes despairing years. You have allowed my brilliant friends to destroy themselves and I am still here, severely damaged, but functioning. Unknowable, as I am unknown to my guinea pigs: How can I love you? I only as far as gratitude & awe confidently & absolutely go. I have no idea whether we live again. It doesnt seem likely from either the scientific or the philosophical point of view but certainly all things are possible to you, and I believe as fixedly in the Resurrection-appearances to Peter and to Paul as I believe I sit in this blue chair. Only that may have been a special case to establish their initiatory faith. Whatever your end may be, accept my amazement. May I stand until death forever at attention for any your least instruction or enlightenment. I even feel sure you will assist me again, Master of insight & beauty. Philip Appleman O Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie, gimme a break before I die: grant me wisdom, will, & wit, purity, probity, pluck, & grit. Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, kind, gimme great abs & a steel-trap mind, and forgive, Ye Gods, some humble advice- these little blessings would suffice to beget an earthly paradise: make the bad people good- and the good people nice; and before our world goes over the brink, teach the believers how to think. Details ISBN0142003441 Short Title GOOD POEMS Language English ISBN-10 0142003441 ISBN-13 9780142003442 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY 811.008 Year 2003 Author Garrison Keillor DOI 10.1604/9780142003442 Place of Publication New York, NY Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2003-08-26 NZ Release Date 2003-08-26 US Release Date 2003-08-26 UK Release Date 2003-08-26 Pages 504 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Publication Date 2003-08-26 Imprint Penguin USA Edited by Garrison Keillor Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:141681077;

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