Saturday, July 2, 2011

'...every poem I wrote ought to be called Happiness'

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

Raymond Carver

(Why? Because I am utterly humbled by it. Even more so knowing that it was written by a man preparing to die. It evokes gratitude and clarity of perspective, yet also a certain sadness. In its presence I feel sorry... and prepared to try.)

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