Some poems in this collection are indeed stronger than others.

I have a particular preference for Carver's longer prose poetry. There are a few truly stunning prose poems within this collection.

In fact, I was so moved by several of them that I shed tears. For me, this indicates their great power on the emotional Richter scale. In other words, a poem that can make me cry is an excellent poem indeed!

It was an enjoyable experience to read Carver as a poet. It seems that fiction was his mainstay, while poetry was his mistress!!!!

It is interesting to note the different aspects of his creative output. The prose poems offer a unique perspective into his thoughts and emotions.

Although some may argue that his poetry is not as developed as his fiction, there is still a certain charm and authenticity to it.

Overall, this collection provides a valuable addition to the body of work of this talented writer.

This book is truly a great read!

It has the power to captivate readers from the very first page. The story is engaging, filled with interesting characters and unexpected plot twists. The author's writing style is smooth and easy to follow, making it a pleasure to read.

Whether you're a fan of fiction or non-fiction, this book has something for everyone. It can transport you to different worlds, make you laugh, cry, and think.

It's a book that you won't be able to put down once you start reading. So, if you're looking for a good book to pass the time, look no further than this one. You won't be disappointed!

A Heartfelt Goodbye

Today, as I stand here, I am filled with a mix of emotions. It is time to say a heartfelt goodbye. This moment is bittersweet, for while I am sad to leave, I am also excited for the new adventures that lie ahead.

Looking back on the time we have spent together, I am filled with gratitude. We have shared countless memories, both happy and sad. We have laughed, cried, and grown together. These experiences have shaped me into the person I am today, and I will cherish them always.

Although we will be parting ways, I know that our connection will remain strong. Distance may separate us, but our friendship will endure. I will always be here for you, and I hope you will do the same for me.

So, as I take my final steps away, I want to say thank you. Thank you for being a part of my life, for making it richer and more meaningful. Goodbye, my friend. I will miss you, but I know that we will meet again.

Another collection of poems by Carver - a better writer of stories - has been collected. As I understand it, he was preparing to die when this collection was put together. He had been a sick man for a long time, and unfortunately, he seemed to have wasted his talents. I guess this is his way of signing off. It's a bittersweet moment, seeing this final work from a writer who had so much potential. His stories were often praised for their depth and authenticity, but it seems that his battle with illness took a toll on his ability to fully realize his creative vision. Nevertheless, this collection of poems may offer a glimpse into his final thoughts and emotions, a sort of literary legacy that will live on long after he is gone.

Raymond Carver penned this collection during his final days, while he was at home with his wife, facing the end of his life.

In just a few concise pages, he powerfully implores us to embrace love with great depth, to firmly resist the distractions that might pull us away from what truly matters, and to waste not a single moment on regret.

His writing style is distinctively "prose-y," characterized by its honesty and simplicity. It cuts through the clutter and gets straight to the heart of the human experience.

Carver's words have the ability to touch our souls and make us reflect on our own lives, urging us to live more fully, love more deeply, and let go of the things that hold us back.

His collection serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of珍惜 the present moment and making the most of the time we have.

Even in the face of death, Carver found the strength and wisdom to share these profound insights with us, leaving a lasting legacy through his writing.

Raymond Carver's "A New Path to the Waterfall" contains a poem titled "His Bathrobe Pockets Stuffed with Notes". In this poem, Carver presents a list of short written fragments found in someone's bathrobe pockets.

It's a bit ambiguous to whom the bathrobe belongs, but I suspect it might be Carver himself. The notes in the pockets range from personal memories to a recollection of a Belgian painter and even to Star Trek. In many ways, "A New Path to the Waterfall" is a hodgepodge blend of various elements.

It includes poems by Carver (loosely grouped by themes), translated works by other poets, snippets of Chekhov, and an introduction by Carver's second (?) wife, the writer Tess Gallagher. Her moving introduction tells the story of his death.

Sadly, I have to admit that this collection really didn't grab me. I'm a big fan of his short fiction, but I don't have much of a taste for poetry. I tried most of the poems in the book. Some seemed more like journal entries, and some of the longer ones lost me. I may have been trying too hard to find a theme. The ones I really liked were often the ones not written by Carver initially. My favorite poem in the book is a translation of a Czeslaw Milosz poem.

Of course, I was moved by Tess Gallagher's introduction, and there were some beautiful images and occasional world-wise phrasing that only Carver could produce. But overall, the book just didn't pull me in the way I had hoped.

Down below the window, on the deck, some ragged-looking birds gather at the feeder. These are the same birds, I believe, that come every single day to eat and engage in quarrels.

They cry out, "Time was, time was," as they strike at each other. It's nearly time, indeed. The sky remains dark throughout the entire day, and the wind, which is from the west, just won't stop blowing.

Give me your hand for a while. Hold on to mine. That's correct, yes. Squeeze hard. Once upon a time, we thought we had time on our side. "Time was, time was," those ragged birds cry.

The scene outside the window is a vivid reminder of the passage of time. The ragged birds seem to be in a hurry,争抢着 food and arguing with each other. Their cries of "Time was" echo in the air, as if lamenting the逝去的时光. Meanwhile, the dark sky and the constant wind add a sense of melancholy to the atmosphere.

Holding your hand, I feel a moment of warmth and connection. In this busy and unpredictable world, it's important to take a moment to appreciate the present and hold on to the people and things that matter. Although time may pass quickly, the memories and experiences we share will always remain.

As I look at the birds and the scenery outside, I am reminded that life is short and precious. We should make the most of every moment and cherish the time we have with those we love. "Time was" may be a thing of the past, but the future is still full of possibilities.

I have not had the opportunity to read this book.

As a result, I cannot provide a personal recommendation for it.

I understand that my name may have been associated with this book in some way, but I would like to request that it be removed.

I believe in providing honest and informed opinions, and since I have not read the book, I do not feel comfortable having my name linked to it.

I hope that this request can be accommodated, and that my name will no longer be associated with a book that I have not read and cannot recommend.

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Nadi jače is a concept that holds great significance. It implies a state of being stronger, more powerful, and more resilient.

When we strive for nadi jače, we are seeking to enhance our physical, mental, and emotional capabilities. It is about pushing ourselves beyond our limits and reaching for greater heights.

This can be achieved through various means, such as regular exercise, continuous learning, and maintaining a positive mindset.

By working towards nadi jače, we not only improve ourselves but also become better equipped to face the challenges and opportunities that come our way.

It allows us to build stronger relationships, achieve our goals, and make a positive impact on the world around us.

In conclusion, nadi jače is a worthy pursuit that can lead to a more fulfilling and successful life.

Makes me want to write this kind of poetry.

The first book of poetry I've ever read with the hunger and anticipation of fiction. I craved the next poem, and couldn't wait to get back to the book.

I love the unpretentiousness of his poetry, its prosy feel, and the thrilling satisfying surprise of some of his understated lines. It is also a heartbreaking book, especially in the last section, where he confronts his own imminent death directly. The last three poems are almost hard to read.

I also love the directness in these poems. He seems able to translate experience directly onto the page. Especially when he talks about his love for his wife, and about death.

At times the poems seem formless as he is talking so directly about what he wants to say. At other times, he picks a perfect angle of approach to illuminate a thought through an incident.

The question is, can poetry like this, even remotely like this, be written by anyone but Raymond Carver without seeming derivative?

Raymond Carver's poetry has truly had a profound impact on me. His words have the power to draw me in and make me feel a range of emotions. The simplicity and honesty in his work are what make it so captivating. I find myself constantly reflecting on his poems and trying to understand the deeper meanings behind them. It's as if he is sharing his most intimate thoughts and feelings with the world, and I am privileged to be able to read them. I hope that one day, I can write poetry that has the same kind of impact on others.

I know absolutely nothing about poetry. It seems like an entirely foreign territory to me. I couldn't even begin to explain why a particular poem is considered "good" or "bad" if my life depended on it. However, within this collection, there were certain things that I truly loved.

These elements had such a profound impact on me that when I went back and read the introduction, learning about Carver's fate, it made me cry all the more.

The poem "Late Fragment" especially stood out. The simple yet powerful words in it made me stop and think. The questions it poses, like "And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so?" and the response "I did," followed by "And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth," touch on something deep within us all.

It makes me wonder about my own life and what I truly desire. Do I want to be beloved? Do I strive to feel that sense of being cherished and loved on this earth? These are the kinds of thoughts that this poem has awakened in me, despite my initial lack of understanding of poetry.

An impulse buy (of just $1.50 at the library), "Waterfall" has become a truly priceless addition to my bookshelf.

I have long cherished Carver's stories, beginning with the remarkable "Cathedral". Little did I know that before his passing in the late 1980s, he also delved into the world of poetry. What's even more astonishing is that "Waterfall" is his final collection, serving as a sort of homage to his own life and profound thoughts.

His wife, Tess Gallagher, appears to have assembled this collection posthumously. Each poem within it exudes the urgency of the waning days. Scattered throughout the book are some startling quotes from Chekhov, and remarkably, each snippet is more captivating than any of his full-length plays.

This is truly haunting work, especially the last piece, which is etched on his tombstone, leaving a lasting impression on the reader's soul.