Gary Snyder (1993)
"Ripples on the surface of water
were silver salmon passing under—different
from the sorts of ripples caused by breezes"
A scudding plume on the wave—
a humpback whale is
breaking out in air up
gulping herring
—Nature not a book, but a performance, a
high old culture.
Ever-fresh events
scraped out, rubbed out, and used, used, again—
the braided channels of the rivers
hidden under fields of grass—
The vast wild
the house, alone.
the little house in the wild,
the wild in the house.
both forgotten.
No nature.
Both together, one big empty house.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
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from The Best of the Best American Poetry (1988-1997)
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