Poems by Gary Snyder
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There Are Those Who Love To Get Dirty
... beer after work,And those who stay clean, ...
For Lew Welch In A Snowfall
... Forty years since we joked in a kitchen in Portland ...
Axe Handles
... the pattern is not far off ...
Riprap
... with torment of fire and weight ...
December At Yase
... I didn't. I thought I must make it alone ...
For/From Lew
... That's what it's all about, and it's all forgot ...
Milton by Firelight
... Will be dry and dead, home of the scorpion ...
Endless Streams and Mountains
... Note: A hand scroll by this name showed up in Shansi province, central China, in ...
The Dance
... nciple is that nature does something against its own will and, by self-entanglement, produces beauty ...
The Bath
... the seed still tucked away, that moved from us to him ...
Piute Creek
... A million Summers, night air still and the rocks ...
Night Song of the Los Angeles Basin
... the common ones, the bright-colored rare ones ...
Meeting the Mountains
... Facing toward the torrent and the mountain ...
Finding the Space in the Heart
... of carved stone inscriptions tucked into the sagebrush ...
Old Bones
... no food out there on dusty slopes of scree&mdash ...
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