Thursday, April 06, 2006

Poem - Gary Snyder

For a Stone Girl at Sanchi

half asleep on the cold grass
night rain flicking the maples
under a black bowl upside-down
on a flat land
on a wobbling speck
smaller than stars,
the size of a seed,
hollow as bird skulls.
light flies across it
--never is seen.

a big rock weatherd funny,
old tree trunks turnd stone,
split rocks and find clams.
all that time
two flesh persons changing,
clung to, doorframes
notions, spear-hafts
in a rubble of years.
this dream pops. it was real:
and it lasted forever.

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