Tags
Raymond Carver is best known for his short stories, but he also wrote poetry and here is one of my favorite poems of his.
Woke up early this morning and from my bed
looked far across the Strait to see
a small boat moving through the choppy water,
a single running light on. Remembered
my friend who used to shout
his dead wife’s name from hilltops
around Perugia. Who set a plate
for her at his simple table long after
she was gone. And opened the windows
so she could have fresh air. Such display
I found embarrassing. So did his other
friends. I couldn’t see it.
Not until this morning.
Raymond Carver
All of Us, The Collected Poems
Vintage Books
A Life in Poems 
A very good choice, Willow
Thanks, John
So touching Willow, thank you for sharing this. The words went straight to my heart.
Yes, I really like this one; some of his I’m not sure about, don’t quite get them, but this one I love.
One has to experience grief in order to understand it fully, I think. That’s what makes this poem work: he gets that, and shares that realization with us subtly and succinctly. Liked this very much, Willow.
Yes, this is one of my favorites of his. He has an interesting style, very conversational.I appreciate that you stop by and comment, Kate!
And that last line is perfect!
Isn’t it?!
great work of art. i too have a poetry blog ” saadiapeerzada.wordpress.com” . please come by and read my poems. i write them myself . thanking you,
saadia
I really like this poem by Raymond Carver, too. I visited your blog–very nice–and left a comment.
A great blog find this morning. Thank you for sharing this striking poem Willow. I’m writing poetry too so feel free to pop in when you get the time. 🙂
Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting. I forgot to respond at the time, but I did visit your blog and enjoyed your poetry very much!
I realised that and you are so welcome. Have a lovely week and thank you Willow. 🙂
Pingback: Quicksilver rain, slow sheep | ways with words in the city of Wells