Early Morning Stuff

So early it’s still almost dark out.
I’m near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters,

and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren’t saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
each other’s arm.
It’s early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.
They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn’t enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.

~Raymond Carver, “Happiness” from All of Us:The Collected Poems

Such beauty in the early morning light,
such overwhelm of feeling for a mere moment
that all else falls away~
our burdens, our hurts, our frustrations
so all that is left is being happy
to be here to witness it.
Arm in arm, renewed,
we set out to do our work for the day.

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3 thoughts on “Early Morning Stuff

  1. Ray Carver wanted, more than all else, to be beloved in his lifetime. And he was, by his wife poet Tess Gallagher and a legion
    of fans. Still is as a matter of fact.

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  2. I thought this was a remarkably upbeat poem for Carver. He lived up here in Washington in a rather depressing place but it would have moments of sheer delight and he has described it perfectly here. Emily

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