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Poetry
Chaikhana
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About Gary SnyderTimeline (1930 - ) |
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Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout
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Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain Pitch glows on the fir-cones Across rocks and meadows Swarms of new flies. I cannot remember things I once read A few friends, but they are in cities. Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup Looking down for miles Through high still air.
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I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
That wonderful sense of the world focusing itself to the undeniable present. So much of what we think about is really the busyness of the world around us -- people, books, the rush of cities -- endlessly hooking the attention and tugging it in every direction. Through simplicity and isolation in nature, Snyder discovers a fundamental truth. The mind first grows bored, then frantic... and then it rests. It begins to truly see. The mind begins to perceive naturally, without effort, without inserting itself into the picture. It witnesses. And something both quiet and amazing happens: this moment, this very moment, unfolds endlessly...
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
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