Maybe you haven’t heard of Gary Snyder, but his poems in their stark, beautiful way wend words with images and emotion. He is one of the era of the Beats but not really the same. I think of him as moving in their orbit for a few revolutions as they touched one another briefly. His poems stand apart for their clarity and imagery of nature, always.
Monday was hard today folks. I have a ton of hours to make up this week so it’s going to be a long haul, but Friday is always creeping nearer.
BY GARY SNYDER
-sometimes I feel like the pony with the dragging saddle and then I take a breath and get my mind around everything.