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Gary Snyder

Gary Snyder

Kisiabaton

Beat-up datsun idling in the road
shreds of fog
almost-vertical hillsides drop away
huge stumps fading into mist
soft warm rain
 
Snaggy, forked and spreading tops, a temperate cloud-forest tree
 
Chamaecyparis formosiana—
Taiwan hinoki,
hung-kuai     red cypress
 
That the tribal people call kisiabaton
 
this rare old tree
is what we came to see.

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How Poetry Comes to Me

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Hammering a dent out of a bucket a woodpecker answers from the woods
Four Poems for Robin

Siwashing it out once in Siuslaw… I slept under rhododendron All night blossoms fell Shivering on a sheet of cardboar… Feet stuck in my pack
Axe Handles

One afternoon the last week in Ap… Showing Kai how to throw a hatche… One-half turn and it sticks in a s… He recalls the hatchet-head Without a handle, in the shop
Seaman’s Ditty

I’m wondering where you are now Married, or mad, or free: Wherever you are you’re likely gla… But memory troubles me. We could’ve had us children,
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Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout

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A Maul for Bill and Cindy’s Wedding

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All this new stuff goes on top turn it over, turn it over wait and water down from the dark bottom turn it inside out
Finding the Space in the Heart

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Milton by Firelight

“O hell, what do mine eyes with grief behold?” Working with an old Singlejack miner, who can sense The vein and cleavage
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Old Bones

Out there walking round, looking o… a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed th… plucking, digging, snaring, snaggi… barely getting by, no food out there on dusty slopes…
Hay for the Horses

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