Gratitude Poem Raymond Carver

 There has been a lot of interest in Raymond Carver  recently because of the new film, "Birdman" which is about a Broadway production of one of Carver's short stories.  Here is a beautiful poem--perfect for Thanksgiving --also from Raymond Carver near the end of his life:

 No other word will do. For that’s what it was. Gravy.


Gravy, these past ten years.
Alive, sober, working, loving, and


being loved by a good woman. Eleven years


ago he was told he had six months to live


at the rate he was going. And he was going


nowhere but down. So he changed his ways


somehow. He quit drinking! And the rest?


After that it was all gravy, every minute


of it, up to and including when he was told about,


well, some things that were breaking down and


building up inside his head. “Don’t weep for me,”


he said to his friends. “I’m a lucky man.


I’ve had ten years longer than I or anyone


expected. Pure Gravy. And don’t forget it.”

                                    --Raymond Carver