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| Raymond Carver in the summer of 1969 Photo by Gordon Lish |
All Her Life
I lay down for a nap. But everytime I closed my eyes,mares' tails passed slowly over the Strait
toward Canada. And the waves. They rolled up on the beach
and then back again. You know I don’t dream.
But last night I dreamt we were watching
a burial at sea. At first I was astonished.
And then filled with regret. But you
touched my arm and said, "No, it's all right.
She was very old, and he'd loved her all her life."
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