Wadhi main neechay
dhooNaey si dundh nikal rehi hai
5 din baarish hoti rehi
3 din se ab sooraj ki garmi hai
devdaar k chilgozay chamak rahey hain
makhion k jhund har taraf hain.
Jo kuch main ne kabhi paDa tha
sub bhool gaya hoon
kuch dist jo mere hain sehron main rehtay hain
ek tin k cup se pigli baraf ka pani pee raha hoon
sun saan pahaD pe khaDa meeloN tak sub taraf dekh raha hoon.
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Mid-august at sourdough mountain lookout
Gary Snyder
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
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