THE BEST TIME OF THE DAY Cool summer nights. Windows open. Lamps burning. Fruit in the bowl. And your head on my shoulder. These the happiest moments in the day. Next to the early morning hours, of course. And the time just before lunch. And the afternoon, and early evening hours. But I do love these summer nights. Even more, I think, than those other times. The work finished for the day. And no one who can reach us now. Or ever.
Dear
Diane, dear shade viewers,
Raymond
Carver is one of my most beloved writers.
I find surprising and
sublime the simplicity of his poems, in this one I think there is
the mood of a late summer day.
This
is Sardinia, one of the beaches where I spent my teenage years.
Enjoy
the end of summer.
Stefania
