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I think it names pigments and one of the last lines talks about the need to work like a locomotive.

I am looking for a Raymond Carver poem about being a painter...?

This Morning

What You Need for Painting

An Afternoon

Circulation

The Cobweb

Balsa Wood

The Projectile

The Mail

The Autopsy Room

Where They鈥檇 Lived

Memory

The Car

Stupid

Union Street: San Francisco, Summer 1975

Bonnard鈥檚 Nudes

Jean鈥檚 TV

Mesopotamia

The Jungle

Hope

The House Behind This One

Limits

The Sensitive Girl

TWO

The Minuet

Egress

Spell

From the East, Light

A Tall Order

The Author of Her Misfortune

Powder-Monkey

Earwigs

NyQuil

The Possible

Shiftless

The Young Fire Eaters of Mexico City

Where the Groceries Went

What I Can Do

The Little Room

Sweet Light

The Garden

Son

Kafka鈥檚 Watch

THREE

The Lightning Speed of the Past

Vigil

In the Lobby of the Hotel del Mayo

Bahia, Brazil

The Phenomenon

Wind

Migration

Sleeping

The River

The Best Time of the Day

Scale

Company

Yesterday

The Schooldesk

Cutlery

The Pen

The Prize

An Account

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