Gary Snyder
 

Gary Snyder

Riprap

Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
pppppppp placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
pppppppp in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
pppppppp riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way,
pppppppp straying planets,
These poems, people,
pppppppp lost ponies with
Dragging saddles
pppppppp and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
pppppppp four-dimensional
Game of Go.
pppppppp ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
pppppppp a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
pppppppp with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
pppppppp all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.


From THE GARY SNYDER READER (Counterpoint, 1999)

 

Poems by Gary Snyder

Riprap

We Wash Our Bowls in This Water

Excerpt of “Four Poems for Robin”

  

Song of the Taste
(Available as a broadside.)