This morning I read a poem with a friend. It’s from Raymond Carver, an American Poet that lived in the Western United States in the 1900s. And from this book, Poetry of Presence in which I have many marked pages.
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
I am living a phase of life, personally and in my work, in which I find myself drawn to the most simple of narratives. It often translates in my head and heart and belly this way (from this poem) — “If all you did was cultivate beloved in self, with others, and with earth, you would have done something quite significant and quite lovely.”
I remain a person that so loves the invitation under the invitation, particularly in groups, to explore what a “little more beloved might look like here.” What a thing to invite returning to such values together, in the context of the things that we most care about in work and community settings. What a thing to invite follow and contribute to what is compelling.
2 Replies to “Late Fragment (Thx Raymond Carver)”
I’ve always loved this particular poem. Thank you!