they spread a blanket in the field
and did no harm
they kept their distance
talking between long silences until dark
and did you get what
you want from this life even so
i did
and what did you want
to call myself beloved to feel myself
beloved on the earth
neither was in a hurry to go home
they watched the sweep of stars
and the creatures that sometimes
flung themselves in front of the moon
— middle stanza the poem "Late Fragment," and with lines by Raymond Carver
