Raymond Clevie Carver (1938 - 1988 / Oregon / United States)
Poems of Raymond Clevie Carver
|4.||Drinking While Driving||4/8/2010|
|8.||Late Night with Fog and Horses||4/8/2010|
|9.||My Daughter and Apple Pie||4/8/2010|
|10.||Photograph of My Father in His Twenty-Second Year||4/8/2010|
|13.||The Best Time Of The Day||4/8/2010|
|18.||What The Doctor Said||1/1/2004|
|19.||Your Dog Dies||4/8/2010|
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck
of the house. From there I could see and hear the water,
and everything that's happened to me all these years.
It was hot and still. The tide was out.
No birds sang. As I leaned against the railing
a cobweb touched my forehead.
It caught in my hair. No one can blame me that I turned
and went inside. There was no wind. The sea
was dead calm. I hung the cobweb from the lampshade.