For Lew Welch In A Snowfall Poem by Gary Snyder

This one reached out and grabbed me around the neck and shook me until I felt his sorrow and his backward glances in my heart

such a beautiful tribute- really appreciate this poem.

All those years and their moments— Crackling bacon, slamming car doors, Poems tried out on friends, Will be one more archive, One more shaky text. a very good poem. tony

But life continues in the kitchen Where we still laugh and cook, Watching snow..../// great expression; yeah; life moves on....///

One more shaky text! Thanks for sharing.

There is an intimacy here, evoked by the format of a quiet conversation, belying the irony that the other participant has been dead for 20 years. It hauntingly encapsulates the power of a friendship that still grips, still hurts, still remains as fresh as a conversation, twenty years later. Remarkably executed.

I admire the author of this poem...... His work is remarkable...