Gary Snyder

Gary Snyder Poems

You said, that October,
In the tall dry grass by the orchard
When you chose to be free,
"Again someday, maybe ten years."

Siwashing It Out Once in Suislaw Forest

I slept under rhododendron
All nightblossoms fell

He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,

Snowfall in March:
I sit in the white glow reading a thesis
About you. Your poems, your life.

There are those who love to get dirty
and fix things.
They drink coffee at dawn,
beer after work,

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,

Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In coice of place, set

They didn't hire him
so he ate his lunch alone:
the noon whistle

It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the

Ch'i Shan Wu Chin
Clearing the mind and sliding in
to that created space,
a web of waters steaming over rocks,

The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us,
the steep climb

I first saw it in the sixties,
driving a Volkswagen camper
with a fierce gay poet and a
lovely but dangerous girl with a husky voice,

pollen dust blows
Swirl of light strokes writhing
knot-tying light paths,

"O hell, what do mine eyes
with grief behold?"
Working with an old
Singlejack miner, who can sense

Swung from the toes out,
Belly-breath riding on the knuckles,
The ten-pound maul lifts up,
Sails in an arc overhead,

How intelligent he looks!
on his back
both feet caught in my one hand

Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows

What my hand fol­lows on your body
Is the line. A stream of love
of heat, of light, what my
eye las­civ­i­ous

As for poets
The Earth Poets
Who write small poems,

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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."

After college I saw you
One time. You were strange,
And I was obsessed with a plan.

Now ten years and more have
Gone by: I've always known
where you were—
I might have gone to you
Hoping to win your love back.
You still are single.

I didn't.
I thought I must make it alone. I
Have done that.

Only in dream, like this dawn,
Does the grave, awed intensity
Of our young love
Return to my mind, to my flesh.

We had what the others
All crave and seek for;
We left it behind at nineteen.

I feel ancient, as though I had
Lived many lives.

And may never now know
If I am a fool
Or have done what my
karma demands.

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Gary Snyder Comments

Jonghwan Jeong 07 January 2021

Hello my name Jonghwan Jeong i found your excellent and true poems in Poetry society of America and Poemhunter i love poetry and i write poems in everyday so i need your advice for my poems and writings Please Thank you Gray i wait your gift.

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Mike Stirewalt 25 June 2019

Can you believe it? Ferlingetti just came out with a new book and he's older than Gary!

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Vicki 13 March 2018

Great... now... the more the merrier. (Anyone want to add some?)

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