Gary Snyder Poems
|1.||Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout||7/27/2015|
|2.||Beneath My Hand And Eye The Distant Hills, Your Body||7/27/2015|
|3.||Endless Streams and Mountains||7/27/2015|
|4.||As For Poets||4/14/2015|
|5.||A Maul for Bill and Cindy's Wedding||10/13/2015|
|6.||Finding The Space In The Heart||12/24/2015|
|7.||Night Song of the Los Angeles Basin||4/30/2016|
|9.||Milton by Firelight||8/27/2015|
|10.||For The Children||10/23/2015|
|11.||How Poetry Comes To Me||4/14/2015|
|15.||There Are Those Who Love To Get Dirty||1/13/2003|
|16.||For Lew Welch In A Snowfall||1/13/2003|
|17.||Hay For The Horses||1/20/2003|
|18.||Four Poems For Robin||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, ...
Hay For The Horses
He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,
And pulled in at eight a.m.
With his big truckload of hay
behind the barn.
With winch and ropes and hooks
We stacked the bales up clean