Raymond Carver (1938-1988), was a poet before he was celebrated as a writer of short stories. Here is “Eagles,” from his 1985 collection Where Water Comes Together with Other Water.

Eagles
It was a sixteen-inch ling cod that the eagledropped near our feetat the top of Bagley Creek canyon,at the edge of the green woods.Puncture marks in the sides of the fishwhere the bird gripped with its talons!That and a piece torn out of the fish’s back.Like an old painting recalled,or an ancient memory coming back,that eagle flew with the fish from the Straitof Juan de Fuca up the canyon to wherethe woods begin, and we stood watching.It lost the fish above our heads,dropped for it, missed it, and soared onover the valley where wind beats all day.We watched it keep going until it wasa speck, then gone. I picked upthe fish. That miraculous ling cod.Came home from the walk and—why the hell not?—cooked itlightly in oil and ate itwith boiled potatoes and peas and biscuits.Over dinner, talking about eaglesand an older, fiercer order of things.

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Raymond Carver (1938-1988), was a poet before he was celebrated as a writer of short stories. Here is “Eagles,” from his 1985 collection Where Water Comes Together with Other Water.

Eagles

It was a sixteen-inch ling cod that the eagle
dropped near our feet
at the top of Bagley Creek canyon,
at the edge of the green woods.
Puncture marks in the sides of the fish
where the bird gripped with its talons!
That and a piece torn out of the fish’s back.
Like an old painting recalled,
or an ancient memory coming back,
that eagle flew with the fish from the Strait
of Juan de Fuca up the canyon to where
the woods begin, and we stood watching.
It lost the fish above our heads,
dropped for it, missed it, and soared on
over the valley where wind beats all day.
We watched it keep going until it was
a speck, then gone. I picked up
the fish. That miraculous ling cod.
Came home from the walk and—
why the hell not?—cooked it
lightly in oil and ate it
with boiled potatoes and peas and biscuits.
Over dinner, talking about eagles
and an older, fiercer order of things.

Learn more about Raymond Carver’s Book Title and browse other titles by Raymond Carver.

To share the poem-a-day experience with friends, pass along this link »

…and oh, hey, another Cavafy audio bonus arrives today.

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