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Raymond Carver

This morning there’s snow everywhere. We remark on it. You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say I didn’t either. You had a terrible night. “Me too.” We’re extraordinarily calm and tender with each other as if sensing the other’s rickety state of mind. As if we knew what the other was feeling. We… Continue reading Raymond Carver

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Raymond Carver

I talk to myself like this. Saying the names of things — capstan, hawser, loam, leaf, furnace. Your face, your mouth, your shoulder inconceivable to me now! Where did they go? It’s like I dreamed them.  The stones we brought home from the beach lie face up on the windowsill, cooling. Come home. Do you… Continue reading Raymond Carver

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Raymond Carver

I’ve crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I’ve come to a place I never thought I’d have to come to. And I don’t know how I got here. It’s a strange place. It’s a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations… Continue reading Raymond Carver

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Raymond Carver

I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could… Continue reading Raymond Carver

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American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Passage · Poetry

Raymond Carver

This morning there’s snow everywhere. We remark on it. You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say I didn’t either. You had a terrible night. “Me too.” We’re extraordinarily calm and tender with each other as if sensing the other’s rickety state of mind. As if we knew what the other was feeling. We… Continue reading Raymond Carver

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