Raymond Carver Poem Magnets

“There is in the soul a desire for not thinking. For being still. Coupled with this a desire to be strict, yes, and rigorous. But the soul is also a smooth son of a bitch, not always trustworthy. And I forgot that.”

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails

Suppose I say summer, write the word “hummingbird,” put it in an envelope, take it down the hill to the box. When you open my letter you will recall those days and how much, just how much, I love you.

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 portrait illustration wearing a Santa hat for christmass

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.