Poetry | What I understand about Carver’s Late Fragment

And did you get what

you wanted from this life, even so?

I did.

And what did you want?

To call myself beloved, to feel myself

beloved on earth.

Here’s to the chaotic souls,

To the confused ones who

Cannot ever get it right,

Here’s to the exam failed

Even though you studied all night,

And the lover who left because

You couldn’t turn up on time.

Here’s to all the things you have

Ever lost, all the times,

The reason unknown,

The thing you counted on

Did not materialise.

Listen to you soul’s caged

Bark, mark the disorder

With an ordered breath,

Go up and out of your

Crazy little head....

Take service for forces greater

Than time’s little plans, greater

Than your not-quite-right job,

Go higher, lose your words,

And if you hit some

Inexplicable calm just as you see All has gone to shit,

Just as you stop to smell a flower growing

Alone in the side of a wall,

Then, dear friend, you have begun.

This is the famous knowing,

In that breeze of groundless joy,

In the murmurations of life under

An uncontrollable sky, you know,

And can only wish everyone to come too,

Come to first call ourselves beloved,

Then, in the union of our

Breath, feel ourselves beloved, even so.