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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.
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Within the writing of this poem, there is great visual imagery. After reading this piece one can mentally picture the objects Carver describes. Also a great piece about love, and finding the time to be alone with that person away from the world.
Lindsay Salvati from United States