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Poems
They’ve come every day this month.
Once I said I wrote them because
I didn’t have time for anything
else. Meaning, of course, better
things—things other than mere
poems and verses. Now I’m writing
them because I want to.
More than anything because
this is February
when normally not much of anything
happens. But this month
the larches have blossomed,
and the sun has come out
every day.
… For now, stay barefoot. Go
outside … and play.—Raymond Carver, excerpt from “Poems” in A New Path to the Waterfall (Atlantic Monthly Press, 1989)
Painting: William Chickillo, Larches, n.d
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