Saturday, February 12, 2011

The Attic by Raymond Carver

The Attic
By Raymond Carver

Her brain is an attic where things
were stored over the years.

From time to time her face appears
in the little window near the top of the house.

The sad face of someone who has been locked up
and forgotten about.

From:  "A New Path to the Waterfall" by Raymond Carver
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13 comments:

  1. KayFebruary 12, 2011 at 10:24 AM

    oh---- intriguing... ! that art work at the top is wonderful, but even more so with the poem you picked. so soft, except around those dark, luring eyes...

    may we never be forgotten :)

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  2. KellyFebruary 12, 2011 at 1:21 PM

    Now this one I love!!

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  3. KassFebruary 12, 2011 at 1:47 PM

    Oh yes, my brain is an attic. Such a wonderful poem!

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  4. *February 12, 2011 at 7:52 PM

    I adore Carver, this is a reminder I need to read more of him!

    Hope you're having a good weekend, Marion!

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  5. Margaret PangertFebruary 12, 2011 at 10:28 PM

    You find such wonderful Carver material, Marion! So sad--can't be Tess Gallagher who had such a strong sense of herself and so much confidence--has to be his first wife who just hadn't quite made it yet. Ahhh... it takes so much work to get there.
    I can almost taste the waft of springtime just around your corner! Still ice and snow for me!! Drat! me ♥

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  6. Wine and WordsFebruary 13, 2011 at 8:13 PM

    Seems so sad. Her little face in the window of her own mind, forgotten. Oh...I fear old age. I FEAR it! {{shudder}}.

    Eleven more days :)

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  7. PhoenixFebruary 14, 2011 at 6:57 PM

    Very Jane Eyre, if I do say so myself :) But how many thoughts do we relegate up to our "attics" as well, in cruel and unfeeling ways?

    I hope I never have an attic... or a basement...

    :)

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  8. SerenaFebruary 14, 2011 at 7:08 PM

    Ohh! That is sad and wonderful at the same time.

    Happy Valentine's Day, Marion.:)

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  9. quidFebruary 16, 2011 at 6:39 AM

    Such a quirky little poem with a great tagline!

    quid

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  10. RickFebruary 16, 2011 at 10:47 PM

    Marion
    lovely but sad gem
    I think it's sad because we all have
    been her a time or two but managed an escape.
    Annie's comment is curious; I think we all assume she is old but it doesn't say. She could be twenty five. I'm glad I saw that comment. Now I read it differently.
    Thanks Annie!
    ~rick

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  11. SnowbrushFebruary 17, 2011 at 9:28 AM

    This poem reminds of the John Prine song, "Hello in There." You live in Louisiana, so you pretty much have to like John Prine, right, or does that only apply to people in the Delta? Ha.

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  12. MarionFebruary 17, 2011 at 11:15 AM

    Thank you all for your kind comments!! I appreciate you all. Blessings!

    Snow, I love John Prine. I'll have to check out that song. Thanks for stopping by. Blessings!

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  13. erinFebruary 17, 2011 at 2:42 PM

    I read her young, timeless really. Sad and yet somehow, familiar.

    xo
    erin

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