East Bend, North Carolina
Looking for Work
--Raymond Carver
I've always wanted brook trout
for breakfast.
Suddenly, I find a new path
to the waterfall.
I begin to hurry.
Wake up,
my wife says,
you're dreaming.
But when I try to rise,
the house tilts.
Who's dreaming?
It's noon, she says.
My new shoes wait by the door.
They are gleaming.
Palace Music (Will Oldham), Old Jerusalem
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one of my favorite carver poems; i am just working on a post about it now...
great site--love the image of the orange wall and floor and shadow!
and the one that illustrates the poem is cool too of course, always love images with words
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