This is from a blog by Loren Webster
Carver’s “Gravy” I’ll have to admit that purely for personal reasons, Carver’s “Gravy” is probably my favorite poem. Those few who were reading “In a Dark Time” in December of 2001 will remember that I was diagnosed with throat cancer and told I would be dead in less than six months unless I got immediate treatment, and none of the treatment options seemed particularly good. GRAVY No other word will do. For that’s what it was.
Gravy, these past ten years.
Alive, sober, working, loving, and being loved by a good woman.
Eleven years ago he was told he had six months to live at the rate he was going. And he was going nowhere but down. So he changed his ways somehow.
He quit drinking!
And the rest?
After that it was all gravy, every minute of it, up to and including when he was told about, well, some things that were breaking down and building up inside his head.
“ Don’t weep for me,” he said to his friends. “I’m a lucky man. I’ve had ten years longer than I or anyone expected. Pure Gravy. And don’t forget it.” By Raymond Carver
I survived throat surgery, learned how to eat again and seem to have totally recovered from the cancer even though the odds seemed stacked against me. Since then, I’ve felt exactly like this. I sometimes think these have actually been the best years of my life, though that’s hard to say because I seldom think much beyond the moment. Though I’m not planning on dying in the near future, I seldom plan beyond that time. By Loren
Late Fragment by Raymond Carver
And did you get what
You wanted from this life, even so?
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth