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Gary Snyder

Gary Snyder

Saying Farewell at the Monastery after Hearing the Old Master Lecture on “Return to the Source”

At the last turn in the path
         “goodbye—”
        —bending, bowing,
      (moss and a bit of
         wild
            bird-)
down.

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