Thursday, January 15, 2015

Six Years

By Gary Snyder
From his collection entitled The Back Country


          the pine tree is perfect

Walking in the snowhills the trail goes just right
Eat snow off pine needles
          the city's not so big, the
               hills surround it.
Hiezan wrapped in his own cloud -- 
Back there no big houses, only a little farm shack
          crows cawing back and forth
          over the valley of grass-bamboo
               and small pine.

If I had a peaceful heart it would look like this.
          the train down in the city

          was once a snowy hill