Authors: Raymond Carver
All of Us (47 page)
Posthumous Publications
| 1988 | Elephant and Other Stories published in London by Harvill on 4 August. |
| 1989 | A New Path to the Waterfall published by Atlantic Monthly Press on 15 June and by Harvill in September. |
| 1990 | Conversations with Raymond Carver , a collection of interviews, published by University Press of Mississippi on 31 October. Carver Country: The World of Raymond Carver , with photographs by Bob Adelman and introduction by Tess Gallagher, published by Scribner’s on 14 November. |
| 1991 | No Heroics, Please: Uncollected Writings published in London by Harvill in November. |
| 1992 | No Heroics, Please published in the US by Vintage Contemporaries on 24 June. Carnations: A Play in One Act published by Engdahl Typography in September. |
| 1993 | Where I’m Calling From: The Selected Stories published in London by Harvill in September. Short Cuts: Selected Stories published by Vintage Contemporaries in September and by Harvill in November. |
| 1996 | All of Us: The Collected Poems published in London by The Harvill Press in September. |
Five O’Clock in the Morning (Chekhov)
For the Egyptian Coin Today, Arden, Thank You
In a Greek Orthodox Church near Daphne
In a Marine Light near Sequim, Washington
In the Lobby of the Hotel del Mayo
Late Night with Fog and Horses
Let’s Roar, Your Honor (Chekhov)
On an Old Photograph of My Son
Photograph of My Father in His Twenty-Second Year
Poem for Dr Pratt, a Lady Pathologist
Poem for Hemingway & W.C. Williams
Reading Something in the Restaurant
Return to Kraków in 1880
(Milosz)
Tel Aviv and
Life On the Mississippi
The Fishing Pole of the Drowned Man
The Lightning Speed of the Past
The Windows of the Summer Vacation Houses
The Young Fire Eaters of Mexico City
Union Street: San Francisco, Summer 1975
What You Need to Know for Fishing (Oliver)
Where Water Comes Together with Other Water
A break in the clouds. The blue
A crow flew into the tree outside my window
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck
A girl pushes a bicycle through tall grass
A late summer’s day, and my friend on the court
A little quietly outstanding uptown
A storm blew in last night and knocked out
A swank dinner. Food truly wonderful
After rainy days and the same serious doubts
After the winter, grieving and dull
Again the flying horses, the strange voice of drunken Nikanor, (Chekhov)
All day he’d been working like a locomotive
All I know about medicine I picked up
All I want today is to keep an eye on these birds
All that day we banged at geese
Among the hieroglyphs, the masks, the unfinished poems
Anderson, I thought of you when I loitered
As he passed his father’s room, he glanced in at the door. (Chekhov)
As he writes, without looking at the sea
As I stare at the smoothly worn portrait of
At noon we have rain, which washes away the snow, (Chekhov)
Back at the hotel, watching her loosen, then comb out
Because it was a holiday, they bought a herring at the tavern (Chekhov)
Begin nude, looking for the socks
Behind the dirty table where Kristofferson is having
