Biography of Gary Snyder
Gary Snyder Poems
Hay For The Horses
He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the Dangerous Mountain roads,
There Are Those Who Love To Get Dirty
There are those who love to get dirty and fix things. They drink coffee at dawn, beer after work,
December At Yase
You said, that October, In the tall dry grass by the orchard When you chose to be free, "Again someday, maybe ten years."
Four Poems For Robin
Siwashing It Out Once in Suislaw Forest I slept under rhododendron All nightblossoms fell
Lay down these words Before your mind like rocks. placed solid, by hands In coice of place, set
For Lew Welch In A Snowfall
Snowfall in March: I sit in the white glow reading a thesis About you. Your poems, your life.
Lew Welch just turned up one day, live as you and me. "Damn, Lew" I said, "you didn't shoot yourself after all." "Yes I did" he said,
They didn't hire him so he ate his lunch alone: the noon whistle
Changing Diapers -new-
How intelligent he looks! on his back both feet caught in my one hand
How Poetry Comes To Me
It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the
As For Poets
As for poets The Earth Poets Who write small poems,
Lew Welch just turned up one day,
live as you and me. "Damn, Lew" I said,
"you didn't shoot yourself after all."
"Yes I did" he said,
and even then I felt the tingling down my back.
"Yes you did, too" I said—"I can feel it now."
"Yeah" he said,
"There's a basic fear between your world and
mine. I don't know why.