Gruner, The Glade, 1919
Hammering a dent out of a bucket
a woodpecker
answers from the woods
a woodpecker
answers from the woods
In a swarm of yellowjackets
a squirrel drinks water
feet in the cool clay, head way down
a squirrel drinks water
feet in the cool clay, head way down
Nap
on a granite slab
half in shade, you can never hear enough
sound of wind in the pines
half in shade, you can never hear enough
sound of wind in the pines
Catching grasshoppers for bait
attaching them live to the hook
—I get used to it
attaching them live to the hook
—I get used to it
a certain poet, needling
Allen Ginsberg by the campfire
“How come they all love you?”
Allen Ginsberg by the campfire
“How come they all love you?”
Clumsy
at first
my legs, feet, and eye learn again to leap
skip through the jumbled rocks
my legs, feet, and eye learn again to leap
skip through the jumbled rocks
Tired, quit climbing at a small pond
made camp, slept on a slab
til the moon rose
made camp, slept on a slab
til the moon rose
Warm
nights,
the lee of twisty pines—
high jets crossing the stars
the lee of twisty pines—
high jets crossing the stars
Gary Snyder
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