My dad sent me a poem today. Anyone who listens to NPR is probably familiar with The Writer’s Almanac. That crown prince of radio, Garrison Keillor, serves up a daily dose of literary and historical knowledge. Intelligent, erudite, and very often wise – I always learn something that holds my attention. Of course, with his sonorous voice I would be captivated if Mr. Keillor read aloud from a Chinese menu – you know the ones that go on for 20 pages with all sorts of side dishes and combination plates; Moon this and Sun that.
Anyway… however did I get onto Chinese food?!
Each day’s program concludes with a poem. The following is an excerpt from Vegetable Love, by Barbara Crooker:
…All over the garden, the whisper of leaves
passing secrets and gossip, making assignations.
All of the vegetables bask in the sun,
languorous as lizards.
Quick, before the frost puts out
its green light, praise these vegetables,
earth’s voluptuaries,
praise what comes from the dirt.
Go here for the entire entry for Sunday, August 23, 2009 and the poem in its beautiful entirety.
Thanks Dad!
