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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. It’s a book of poems for anybody who loves poetry whether they know it or not.
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Weight | 0.5 kg |
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Dimensions | 3.28 × 13.47 × 19.82 cm |
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Format | Paperback |
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Pages | 504 |
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Year Published | 2003-8-26 |
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Publication City/Country | USA |
ISBN 10 | 0142003441 |
About The Author | 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 Writer's Almanac. He is also a regular contributor to Time magazine. |
"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 one's life." (Booklist)"[Keillor is] Will Rogers with grammar lessons, Aesop with no ax to grind, the common man's MoliFre." (The Houston Chronicle) |
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Table Of Content | Good PoemsIntroduction1. O LordPoem in ThanksThomas LuxHow Many NightsGalway KinnelWelcome MorningAnne SextonPsalm 23from The Bay Psalm BookAt LeastRaymond CarverAddress to the LordJohn BerrymanO Karma, Dharma, pudding and piePhilip ApplemanPsalmReed WhittemorePsalm 121Michael WigglesworthWhen one has lived a long time aloneGalway KinnellHome on the RangeAnonymousWhat I Want IsC. G. Hanzlicek2. A DaySummer MorningCharles SimicOtherwiseJane KenyonPoem About MorningWilliam MeredithLivingDenise LevertovAnother SpringKenneth RexrothMorning PersonVassar MillerRoutineArthur GuitermanThe Life of a DayTom HennenFor My Son, Noah, Ten Years OldRobert BlyI've known a Heaven, like a TentEmily DickinsonLetter to N.Y.Elizabeth BishopDilemnaDavid Budbillfrom Song of MyselfWalt WhitmanNew YorkersEdward FieldSoaking Up SunTom HennenLate HoursLisel Mueller3. MusicScrambled Eggs and WhiskeyHayden CarruthMehitabel's SongDon MarquisNightclubBilly CollinsAlley ViolinistRobert LaxCradle SongJim SchleyHer DoorMary LeaderThe PupilDonald JusticePianoD. H. LawrenceInsrument of ChoiceRobert PhillipsHomage: Doo-WopJoseph StroudThe Persistence of SongHoward MossOoly Pop a CowDavid HuddleElevator MusicHenry TaylorThe Grain of SoundRobert MorganI Will Make You BroochesRobert Louis StevensonThe DanceC. K. WilliamsThe InvestmentRobert FrostThe DumkaB. H. FairchildThe Green Street Mortuary Marching BandLawrence Ferlinghetti4. ScenesPoem to Be Read at 3 A.M.Donald JusticeThe Swimming PoolThomas LuxDostoevskyCharles BukowskiAfter a MovieHenry TaylorSummer StormDana GioiaWoolworth'sMark IrwinWorked Late on a Tuesday NightDeborah GarrisonThe FarmhouseReed Whittemorewrist-wrestling fatherOrval LundYorkshiremen in Pub GardensGavin EwartNoahRoy Daniells5. LoversA Red, Red RoseRobert BurnsWhen I Heard at the Close of DayWalt WhitmanFirst LoveJohn ClareHe Wishes for the Cloths of HeavenW. B. YeatsSonnetC. B. TrailPoliticsW. B. YeatsMagellan Street, 1974Maxine KuminAnimalsFrank O'HaraLending Out BooksHal SirowitzThe Changed ManRobert PhillipsThe Constant NorthJ. F. HendryOn the Strength of All Conviction and the Stamina of LoveJennifer Michael HechtThe LoftRichard JonesThis Is Just to SayWilliam Carlos WilliamsThis Is Just to SayErica-Lynn GambinoVenetian AirThomas MooreSummer MorningLouis SimpsonComin thro' the RyeRobert BurnsTopograhySharon OldsSaturday MorningHugo WilliamsFlightLouis JenkinsAt Twenty-Three Weeks She Can No Longer See Anything South of Her BellyThom WardFor the Life of Him and HerReed WhittemoreRomanticsLisel MuellerDown in the ValleyAnonymousThe Middle YearsWalter McDonaldWinter Winds Cold and Blea…John Claresince feeling is firste. e. cummingsVergissmeinnichtKeith DouglasSonnet XLIII What lips my lips have kissedEdna St. Vincent MillayAfter the ArgumentStephen DunnThe OrangeWendy CopeSusquehannaLiz RosenbergFarm WifeR. S. ThomasAfter Forty Years of Marriage, She Tries a New Recipe for Hamburger Hot DishLeo DangelThose Who LoveSara TeasdaleQuietlyKenneth RexrothFor C.W.B.Elizabeth BishopShorelinesHoward MossPrayer for a MarriageSteve ScafidiThe Master SpeedRobert FrostBonnard's NudesRaymond Carver6. Day's WorkHappinessRaymond CarverHoeingJohn UpdikeSome Details of Hebridean House ConstructionThomas A. ClarkRelationsPhilip BoothWhat I Learned from My MotherJulia KasdorfTo be of useMarge PiercyNo Tool or Rope or PailBob ArnoldOx Cart ManDonald HallGirl on a TractorJoyce SutphenSoybeansThomas Alan OrrLanding PatternPhilip ApplemanMae WestEdward FieldHay for the HorsesGary Snyder7. Sons and DaughtersMasterworks of MingKay RyanBessLinda PastanA Little ToothThomas LuxSonnet XXXVIIWilliam ShakespeareEggC. G. HanzlicekRolls-Royce DreamsGinger AndrewsMy Life Before I Knew ItLawrence RaabAfter WorkRichard JonesI Stop Writing the PoemTess GallagherFranklin HydeHilaire BellocMannersElizabeth BishopSeptember, the First Day of SchoolHoward NemerovFirst LessonPhilip BoothChildhoodBarbara RasWaving Good-ByeGerald SternFamily ReunionMaxine Kumin8. LanguageA Primer of the Daily RoundHoward NemerovThe Possessive CaseLisel MuellerThe Icelandic LanguageBill HolmThe Fantastic Names of JazzHayden CarruthOde to the Medieval PoetsW. H. AudenSweater WeatherSharon Bryan9. A Good LifeWe grow accustomed to the DarkEmily DickinsonA Ritual to Read to Each OtherWilliam StaffordCourageAnne SextonSometimesSheenagh PughLeisureW. H. Daviesthe way it is nowCharles BukowskiA Secret LifeStephen DunnLostDavid WagonerSonnet XXVWilliam ShakespeareThe Eel in the CaveRobert BlyWild GeeseMary OliverFrom the Manifesto of the SelfishStephen DunnHopeLisel MuellerThe Three GoalsDavid BudbillVermeerHoward NemerovRepressionC. K. WilliamsWeatherLinda PastanModeration Is Not a Negation of Intensity, But Helps Avoid MonotonyJohn TagliabueTell all the Truth but tell it slantEmily DickinsonThe Props assist the House…Emily Dickinson10. BeastsLittle Citizen, Little SurvivorHayden CarruthHer First CalfWendell BerryBatsRandall JarrellRiding LessonHenry TaylorWalking the DogHoward NemerovThe Excrement PoemMaxine KuminStanza IV from Coming of AgeUrsula LeguinDestructionJoanne KygerHow to See DeerPhilip BoothDog's DeathJohn UpdikeNames of HorsesDonald HallBison Crossing Near Mt. RushmoreMay Swenson11. FailureSuccess is counted sweetest…Emily DickinsonSolitudeElla Wheeler WilcoxThe first time I rememberWendell BerryOur Lady of the SnowsRobert HassThe British Museum Reading RoomLouis MacNeiceThe Bare Arms of TreesJohn TagliabueThe SailorGeof HewittA Place for EverythingLouis JenkinsThe FeastRobert HassNobody Knows YouJimmie Coxthe last songCharles Bukowski12. ComplaintThe Forsaken WifeElizabeth ThomasConfessionStephen DobynsLiving in the BodyJoyce SutphenTired As I Can BeBessie JacksonThe Iceberg TheoryGerald LocklinManifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation FrontWendell BerryA BookmarkTom Dischpoetry readingsCharles BukowskiPublicationis the Auction…Emily Dickinson13. TripsOnce in the 40sWilliam Staffordlines from Moby DickHerman MelvilleRain TravelW. S. Merwinwhere we areGerald LocklinExcelsiorHenry Wadsworth LongfellowOn a Tree Fallen Across the RoadRobert FrostA Walk Along the Old TracksRobert KinsleyPassengersBilly CollinsThe Walloping Window-BlindCharles Edward CarrylThe VacationWendell BerryDirectionsJoseph StroudPostscriptSeamus HeaneyNight JourneyTheodore RoethkeWaitingRaymond Carver14. SnowNew HampshireHoward MossTo fight aloud…Emily DickinsonDecember MoonMay SartonYear's End Richard WilburThe Snow ManWallace StevensJanuaryBaron Wormserin celebration of survivingChuck MillerHer Long IllnessDonal HallRequiescatOscar WildeThe Sixth of JanuaryDavid BudbillNot Only the EskimosLisel MuellerBoy at the WindowRichard WilburWinter PoemFrederick MorganLester Tells of Wanda and the Big SnowPaul ZimmerOld BoardsRobert BlyMarch BlizzardJohn Tagliabue15. YellowElvis Kissed MeT. S. KerriganStepping Out of PoetryGerald SternI shall keep singing!Emily DickinsonSong to OnionsRoy Blount, Jr.O LuxuryGuy W. LongchampsComingKenneth RexrothA Light Left OnMay SartonThe Yellow SlickerStuart DischellFirst KissApril LindnerThe Music One Looks Back OnStephen Dobyns16. LivesIn a Prominent Bar in Secaucus One DayX. J. KennedyWho's WhoW. H. AudenThe PortraitStanley KunitzParable of the Four-PosterErica JongEdLouis SimpsonMemoryHayden CarruthLazyDavid LeeTestimonialHarry Newman, Jr.Cathedral BuildersJohn OrmondThe Village BurglarAnonymousThe ScandalRobert BlyAt Last the Secret Is OutW. H. AudenNight LightKate BarnesSir Patrick SpensAnonymous17. EldersI Go Back to May 1937Sharon OldsThose Winter SundaysRobert HaydenThe Old LiberatorsRobert HedinTo My MotherWendell BerryWorking in the RainRobert MorganBirthday Card to My MotherPhilip ApplemanYesterdayW. S. MerwinNo MapStephen DobynsMy MotherRobert MezeyWhen My Dead Father CalledRobert BlyAugust ThirdMay SartonTerminusRalph Waldo Emerson18. The EndAuthorshipJames B(al) NaylorYoung and OldCharles KingsleyShifting the SunDiana Der-HovanessianMy Dad's WalletRaymond CarverWhen I Am AskedLisel MuellerDirge Without MusicEdna St. Vicent MillayMy mother said…Donald HallDeparturesLinda PastanAs Befits a ManLangston HughesSunt LeonesStevie SmithPerfection WastedJohn UpdikeEleanor's LettersDonald HallDeath and the TurtleMay SartonFour Poems in OneAnne PorterTitanicDavid R. SlavittThe Burial of Sir John Moore after CorunnaCharles WolfeKaddishDavid IgnatowTwilight: After HayingJane KenyonFor the Anniversary of My DeathW. S. Merwinfrom The Old Italians DyingLawrence FerlinghettiStreet BalladGeorge BarkerLet Evening ComeJane Kenyon19. The ResurrectionForty-FiveHayden CarruthA BlessingJames WrightHoly ThursdayWilliam Blakelines from WaldenHenry David ThoreauThe Peace of Wild ThingsWendell BerryFrom BlossomsLi-Young LeeThe First Green of SpringDavid BudhillHereGrace PaleyThe Lives of the HeartJane HirshfieldSpringGerard Manley HopkinsFishing in the Keep of SilenceLinda GreggBiographiesName IndexTitle Index |
Excerpt From Book | Poem in ThanksThomas LuxLord Whoever, thank you for this airI'm about to in- and exhale, this hutchin the woods, the wood for fire,the light-both lamp and the natural stuffof leaf-back, fern, and wing.For the piano, the shovelfor ashes, the moth-gnawedblankets, the stone-cold waterstone-cold: thank you.Thank you, Lord, coming forto carry me here-where I'll gnashit out, Lord, where I'll calmand work, Lord, thank youfor the goddamn birds singing!How Many NightsGalway KinnellHow many nightshave I lain in terror,O Creator Spirit, Maker of night and day,only to walk outthe next morning over the frozen worldhearing under the creaking of snowfaint, peaceful breaths…snake,bear, earthworm, ant…and above mea wild crow crying 'yaw yaw yaw'from a branch nothing cried from ever in my life.Welcome MorningAnne SextonThere is joyin 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 cookeach morning,in the outcry from the kettlethat heats my coffeeeach morning,in the spoon and the chairthat cry "hello there, Anne"each morning,in the godhead of the tablethat I set my silver, plate, cup uponeach morning.All this is God,right here in my pea-green houseeach morningand I mean,though often forget,to give thanks,to faint down by the kitchen tablein a prayer of rejoicingas the holy birds at the kitchen windowpeck into their marriage of seeds.So while I think of it,let me paint a thank-you on my palmfor this God, this laughter of the morning,lest it go unspoken.The Joy that isn't shared, I've heard,dies young.Psalm 23from The Bay Psalm BookThe 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 leadsrestore my soul doth he:He doth in paths of righteousnessfor his name's sake lead me.Yea, though in valley of death's shadeI walk, none ill I'll 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 shallall my days follow me:And in the Lord's house I shall dwellso long as days shall be.At LeastRaymond CarverI want to get up early one more morning,before sunrise. Before the birds, even.I want to throw cold water on my faceand be at my work tablewhen the sky lightens and smokebegins to rise from the chimneysof the other houses.I want to see the waves breakon this rocky beach, not just hear thembreak as I did all night in my sleep.I want to see again the shipsthat pass through the Strait from everyseafaring country in the world-old, dirty freighters just barely moving along,and the swift new cargo vesselspainted every color under the sunthat cut the water as they pass.I want to keep an eye out for them.And for the little boat that pliesthe water between the shipsand the pilot station near the lighthouse.I want to see them take a man off the shipand put another up on board.I want to spend the day watching this happenand reach my own conclusions.I hate to seem greedy-I have so muchto 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 what's going to happen.Address to the LordJohn Berryman1Master 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 youcontaining 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 & againin my impassable, sometimes despairing years.You have allowed my brilliant friends to destroy themselvesand 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 & aweconfidently & absolutely go.I have no idea whether we live again.It doesn't seem likelyfrom either the scientific or the philosophical point of viewbut certainly all things are possible to you,and I believe as fixedly in the Resurrection-appearances to Peter andto Paulas I believe I sit in this blue chair.Only that may have been a special caseto establish their initiatory faith.Whatever your end may be, accept my amazement.May I stand until death forever at attentionfor any your least instruction or enlightenment.I even feel sure you will assist me again, Master of insight & beauty.Philip ApplemanO 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 sufficeto 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. |
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