{"id":162,"date":"2019-01-17T13:51:00","date_gmt":"2019-01-17T13:51:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/01\/17\/a-poem-for-thursday-15\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T22:55:47","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T22:55:47","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-15","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/01\/17\/a-poem-for-thursday-15\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #15"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Raymond Carver was an American short story writer and poet. His writing is described as stripped down and minimalist. His work helped revitalize the short story genre. While his short stories made his reputation he was also known for his poetry. In fact, he had two volumes of poems published before a volume of his short stories was published.\u00a0 His poetry has been compared to that of Robert Frost. It was said of him that he “consciously\u00a0chisels a world out of workaday details.” This poem is a perfect example of that. You read it and you see what he saw. You are in the poem with him appreciating the moment of happiness.<\/p>\n

So early it’s still almost dark out.<\/i>
\nI’m near the window with coffee,<\/i>
\nand the usual morning stuff<\/i>
\nthat passes for thought.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i> When I see the boy and his friend<\/i>
\nwalking up the road<\/i>
\nto deliver the newspaper.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i> They wear caps and sweaters,<\/i>
\nand one boy has a bag over his shoulder.<\/i>
\nThey are so happy<\/i>
\nthey aren’t saying anything, these boys.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i> I think if they could, they would take<\/i>
\neach other’s arm.<\/i>
\nIt’s early in the morning,\u00a0<\/i>
\nand they are doing this thing together.<\/i><\/p>\n

They come on, slowly.<\/i>
\nThe sky is taking on light,<\/i>
\nthough the moon still hangs pale over the water.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i> Such beauty that for a minute<\/i>
\ndeath and ambition, even love,<\/i>
\ndoesn’t enter into this.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i> Happiness. It comes on<\/i>
\nunexpectedly.\u00a0 And goes beyond, really,<\/i>
\nany early morning talk about it.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i> Happiness<\/i>
\nRaymond Carver<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Raymond Carver was an American short story writer and poet. His writing is described as stripped down and minimalist. His work helped revitalize the short story genre. While his short stories made his reputation he was also known for his poetry. In fact, he had two volumes of poems published before a volume of his short stories was published.\u00a0 His poetry has been compared to that of Robert Frost. It was said of him that he “consciously\u00a0chisels a world out of workaday details.” This poem is a perfect example of that. You read it and you see what he saw. You are in the poem with him appreciating the moment of happiness. So early it’s still almost dark out. I’m near the window with coffee, and the usual 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,\u00a0 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.\u00a0 And goes beyond, really, any early morning talk about it. Happiness Raymond Carver<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1516,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-162","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/162","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=162"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/162\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2625,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/162\/revisions\/2625"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1516"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=162"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=162"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=162"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}