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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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