You can read this beautiful poem here.

I don’t want to murder to dissect, but have to mention how much I admire the the economy and unobtrusiveness with which this poem suggests how happiness may be arrived at after, in spite of, or even alongside great trial. It’s not just “Did you get what/ you wanted?” but ‘And did you get what/you wanted from this life, even so?’. It’s the ‘and’ and the ‘even so’ which make the difference, implying as they do a sense of “despite all this”. Light shines brightest against the dark.

I also want to note the simplicity of what matters to the speaker: being ‘beloved on the earth’. And not just ‘call[ing]’ himself it, but ‘feel[ing]’ it. George Eliot talks about ‘knowing with that distinctness which is no longer reflection but feeling’—and that’s what Carver’s talking about here. Feeling it. Knowing it in his heart, his gut, his whole being. Is there any experience more powerful than the genuine letting-in and experiencing of love? It breaks us open. I love the poem’s celebration of the wonder of this.