when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Lord this makes me happy. That this should be a conversation. That this should be the answer.
Ah, lovely, Bumble. Raymond Carver has been a favorite of mine since before his death for the spare beauty of his short stories and poetry. He had a tragic life that ended well. Though he was young when he died, by the end of his life he had found sobriety, love, and I suspect finally, a quieted soul. Late Fragment is one of my favorite poems; comforting and true.
Post a Comment