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Raymond Carver
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Raymond Carver
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Friday, April 10, 2020
The Gift
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This morning there’s snow everywhere. We remark on it. You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say I didn’t either. You had a terrible nig...
Wednesday, April 24, 2019
Make Use
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Make use of the things around you. This light rain Outside the window, for one. This cigarette between my fingers, These...
Thursday, December 14, 2017
The Gift by Raymond Carver
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Snow began falling late last night. Wet flakes dropping past windows, snow covering the skylights. We watched for a time, surprised and ha...
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Loafing
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I looked into the room a moment ago, and this is what I saw — my chair in its place by the window, the book turned facedown on the table...
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Raymond Carver, from “Sunday Night,” in All of Us: The Collected Poems
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Make use of the things around you. This light rain Outside the window, for one. This cigarette between my fingers, These feet on the co...
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