3 May 2011

Raymond Carver

I'm sitting here looking through poems I can post here to show you why I love him, and in the background Paul Kelly is playing, and my heart stops, because that story he is singing about sounds so familiar; a group of friends off fishing for the weekend find a dead woman by the water and leave her there until it's time for them to return home. 
Sometimes things collide and you don't know how they knew to do it at just the right moment, but you're glad they did.
Of course the song sounds familiar...it's based on Carver's short story. My heart still beats a tad louder and then slowly quietens. I found a poem for you:


So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.

When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.

They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.

I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.

They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.

Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.

Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it

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