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