Monday, April 6, 2015


long ago Gary Snyder

The Earth's Wild Places

Your eyes, your mouth and hands,

the public highways.

Hands, like truck stops,

semis rumbling in the corners.

Eyes like the bank clerk's window

foreign exchange.

I love all the parts of your body

friends hug your suburbs

farmlands are given a nod

but I know the path

to your wilderness.

It's not that I like it best,

but we're almost always

alone there,

and it's scary but also calm.


Gary Snyder

"This poem was lost for some years and then turned up again.
I don't remember any publishing history for it other than as a
fugitive broadside maybe in the seventies." GS

The Present Moment
Gary Snyder
Counterpoint 2015

psst — who in the world set "Gary Snyder" on the cover off-center?!


Luster said...

Dear Bob,

What a photo! I've read Snyder for more than forty years but I've never seen this image. This one may have to go on my wall. You already know that I like the new book. Read and lingering by the bed.

stay close,

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...


Nice ankles, bub!

all's well, Bob

Anonymous said...

Scared and calm, just like his photo, just like the other animals traipsing here, strolling there, such wilderness. Don't care much for the poem, myself, but a new book of poems always picks up my eyelids; nice gams, too. As for the off-kilter cover production from initial layouts and proofing stages, as well as the pressroom, perhaps the proofreader(s) left the building?? Thanks, Bob, always, – Donna

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

Thanks, Donna, spring rites and young hikers like once young Snyder.
He's held steady for a great long time. More than I can say for the proof reader.

stay well Donna, B.

Anonymous said...

Ahh, there's so much of Snyder I have read and again, and loved even though I am a proofreader, lol.

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

We need your due diligence, Donna!
Keep reading (writing).

into spring, Bob