4th Poemonday: Gary Snyder

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.



Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way,
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles—
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.



-sometimes I feel like the pony with the dragging saddle and then I take a breath and get my mind around everything.




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