#66/365 – Raymond Carver

Regular readers of my blog will know how much of a fan I am of American writer, Raymond Carver. (May 25, 1938 – August 2, 1988.)


It stands to reason that if I am going to write about 365 things that I am grateful for that I may have already written posts about some of them. Carver being a case in point.

I won’t cut and paste old posts though, here are a couple of his poems I haven’t shared before.

Carver is probably better know for his short fiction, but it was when I first read his poetry that I began to discover my own voice. So I am eternally grateful for that.

Unfortunately for the literary world he died at the tender age of 50 from the Big C.

An Afternoon

As he writes, without looking at the sea,
he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble.
The tide is going out across the shingle.
But it isn’t that. No,
it’s because at that moment she chooses
to walk into the room without any clothes on.
Drowsy, not even sure where she is
for a moment. She waves the hair from her forehead.
Sits on the toilet with her eyes closed,
head down. Legs sprawled. He sees her
through the doorway. Maybe
she’s remembering what happened that morning.
For after a time, she opens one eye and looks at him.
And sweetly smiles.


What The Doctor Said

He said it doesn’t look good
he said it looks bad in fact real bad
he said I counted thirty-two of them on one lung before
I quit counting them
I said I’m glad I wouldn’t want to know
about any more being there than that
he said are you a religious man do you kneel down
in forest groves and let yourself ask for help
when you come to a waterfall
mist blowing against your face and arms
do you stop and ask for understanding at those moments
I said not yet but I intend to start today
he said I’m real sorry he said
I wish I had some other kind of news to give you
I said Amen and he said something else
I didn’t catch and not knowing what else to do
and not wanting him to have to repeat it
and me to have to fully digest it
I just looked at him
for a minute and he looked back it was then
I jumped up and shook hands with this man who’d just given me
something no one else on earth had ever given me
I may have even thanked him habit being so strong


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