Wednesday, 25 August 2010

At Least.

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love.

I read Raymond Carver's What We Talk About When We Talk About Loveon my Red Hook day. I love his moody, intense style; all littered with booze, super stark and suggestive. Then yesterday I opened the 20x200 newsletter (I never usually do) and his poem At Least was sitting in there. It was so relaxing to read. I thought I'd share. (Anyone else take pictures from behind their book? I've realised I have a few!)

At Least
I want to get up early one more morning,
before sunrise. Before the birds, even.
I want to throw cold water on my face
and be at my work table
when the sky lightens and smoke
begins to rise from the chimneys
of the other houses.
I want to see the waves break
on this rocky beach, not just hear them
break as I did all night in my sleep.
I want to see again the ships
that pass through the Strait from every
seafaring country in the world—
old, dirty freighters just barely moving along,
and the swift new cargo vessels
painted every color under the sun
that cut the water as they pass.
I want to keep an eye out for them.
And for the little boat that plies
the water between the ships
and the pilot station near the lighthouse.
I want to see them take a man off the ship
and put another up on board.
I want to spend the day watching this happen
and reach my own conclusions.
I hate to seem greedy—I have so much
to be thankful for already.
But I want to get up early one more morning, at least.
And go to my place with some coffee and wait.
Just wait, to see what's going to happen. 


  1. Lovely poem :) I take photos from behind books as well, though I'm still aiming for the perfect one, they're really hard to achieve...

  2. What a beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing!

  3. I love it... especially the last line. How often do you get to wait, to see what will happen? Everything's normally deadlines, deadlines, and rushing around like you're on fire! (Well, that's my life anyway!)

  4. Great poem and great title for a book! I've not read, do you recommend it? I also have a few pictures where my book is in shot xx

  5. Love the poem. Bought the book. Actually I think I bought two by mistake.

    Agree with conversationpieces it harks back to a quiet, contemplative, perhaps solo holiday where thinking is what you do. Not a time for London and to do lists and multi tasking.

    Very nice - more please :)