Gary Snyder Poems
|1.||As For Poets||4/14/2015|
|2.||How Poetry Comes To Me||4/14/2015|
|4.||Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout||7/27/2015|
|5.||Beneath My Hand And Eye The Distant Hills, Your Body||7/27/2015|
|6.||Milton by Firelight||8/27/2015|
|7.||A Maul for Bill and Cindy's Wedding||10/13/2015|
|8.||For The Children||10/23/2015|
|9.||Finding The Space In The Heart||12/24/2015|
|10.||Night Song of the Los Angeles Basin||4/30/2016|
|11.||Endless Streams and Mountains||7/27/2015|
|15.||There Are Those Who Love To Get Dirty||1/13/2003|
|16.||For Lew Welch In A Snowfall||1/13/2003|
|17.||Four Poems For Robin||1/20/2003|
|18.||Hay For The Horses||1/20/2003|
|19.||December At Yase||1/13/2003|
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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 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, ...
Four Poems For Robin
Siwashing It Out Once in Suislaw Forest
I slept under rhododendron
All nightblossoms fell
Shivering on a sheet of cardboard
Feet stuck in my pack
Hands deepin my pockets
I rememberedwhen we were in school