Gary Snyder

Gary Snyder

Siwashing it out once in Siuslaw Forest

I slept under    rhododendron
All night     blossoms fell
Shivering on    a sheet of cardboard
Feet stuck    in my pack
Hands deep    in my pockets
Barely    able    to    sleep.
I remembered    when we were in school
Sleeping together    in a big warm bed
We were    the youngest lovers
When we broke up    we were still nineteen.
Now our    friends are married
You teach    school back east
I dont mind    living this way
Green hills    the long blue beach
But sometimes    sleeping in the open
I think back    when I had you.


Excerpt of “Four Poems for Robin” from The Back Country  1968


Poems by Gary Snyder


We Wash Our Bowls in This Water

Excerpt of “Four Poems for Robin”


Song of the Taste
(Available as a broadside.)