A good poem for now

You may know Raymond Carver for his short stories, but he also wrote poetry.  Here’s an example, appropriate for this moment:

Sunday Night

Make use of the things around you.
This light rain
Outside the window, for one.
This cigarette between my fingers,
These feet on the couch.
The faint sound of rock-and-roll,
The red Ferrari in my head.
The woman bumping
Drunkenly around in the kitchen . . .
Put it all in,
Make use.

Raymond Carver

A short poem for Monday

I think of Raymond Carvercarver almost exclusively for his short stories, but he wrote poems, too.  If you haven’t read his work, it’s spare–I think the term minimalist was first applied to his work.  “Cathedral,” “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love,” are two very famous ones. “One Good Thing” is one of my favorites. And here’s a poem.

Late Fragment

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