Poem of the Month
Selected by David Underdown who also writes the commentary.
All Her Life
by Raymond Carver
I lay down for a nap. But every time 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 his life.”
