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NIGHT SONG OF THE LOS ANGELES BASIN
by Gary Snyder

      Owl
                        calls,
                        pollen dust blows
               Swirl of light strokes writhing
               knot-tying light paths,
 
               calligraphy of cars.
 
Los Angeles basin and hill slopes
Checkered with streetways. Floral loops
Of the freeway express and exchange.
 
                  Dragons of light in the dark
                  sweep going both ways
                  in the night city belly.
                  The passage of light end to end and rebound,
                  —ride drivers all heading somewhere—
                  etch in their traces to night’s eye-mind
 
                  calligraphy of cars.
 
Vole paths. Mouse trails worn in
On meadow grass;
Winding pocket-gopher tunnels,
Marmot lookout rocks.
Houses with green watered gardens
Slip under the ghost of the dry chaparral,
 
                  Ghost
                  shrine to the L. A. River
                  The jinja that never was there
                  is there.
                  Where the river debouches
                  the place of the moment
                  of trembling and gathering and giving
                  so that lizards clap hands there
                  —just lizards
                  come pray, saying
                  “please give us health and long life.”
 
                            A hawk,
                            a mouse.
 
Slash of calligraphy of freeways of cars.
 
                  Into the pools of the channelized river
                  the Goddess in tall rain dress
                  tosses a handful of meal.
 
                  Gold bellies roil
                  mouth-bubbles, frenzy of feeding,
                  the common ones, the bright-colored rare ones
                  show up, they tangle and tumble,
                  godlings ride by in Rolls Royce
                  wide-eyed in brokers’ halls
                  lifted in hotels
                  being presented to, platters
                  of tidbit and wine,
                  snatch of fame,
 
                           churn and roil,
 
                  meal gone   the water subsides.
 
                           A mouse,
                           a hawk.
 
The calligraphy of lights on the night
                   freeways of Los Angeles
 
                   will long be remembered.
 
                           Owl
                   calls;
                            late-rising moon.
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“Night Song of the Los Angeles Basin” appears  in Gary Snyder’s collection Mountains and Rivers Without End (Counterpoint Press, 2008).

Photo: View of Los Angeles Basin from Mulholland Drive at night by Eino Mustonen, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

NOTE: The Los Angeles Basin is the coastal sediment-filled plain located at the north end of the Peninsular Ranges province in southern California, and contains the central part of the city of Los Angeles as well as its southern and southeastern suburbs. It is approximately 50 miles long and 25 miles  wide, bounded on the north by the Santa Monica Mountains and San Gabriel Mountains, on the east by the Santa Ana Mountains, and on the south by the Pacific Ocean and the Palos Verdes Hills, along the coast. The confluence of the Los Angeles and Rio Hondo rivers is the center of the basin. (Source: wikipedia.org.)

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MAGPIE’S SONG
 by Gary Snyder

Six A.M.,
Sat down on excavation gravel
by juniper and desert S.P. tracks
interstate 80 not far off
between trucks
Coyotes—maybe three
howling and yapping from a rise.
Magpie on a bough
Tipped his head and said,
“Here in the mind, brother
Turquoise blue.
I wouldn’t fool you.
Smell the breeze
It came through all the trees
No need to fear
What’s ahead
Snow up on the hills west
Will be there every year
be at rest.
A feather on the ground–
The wind sound—
Here in the Mind, Brother,
Turquoise Blue”

Photo: “Magpie in the Sky,” shot with pinhole camera by Gwen Deanne, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

“Magpie’s Song” by Gary Snyder is included in BRIGHT WINGS: An Illustrated Anthology of Poems About Birds, Edited by Billy Collins with Paintings by David Allen Sibley. This inspiring book is available at Amazon.com. Highly recommended!

“Rarely has poetry and art been so deftly partnered….A truly impressive anthology.” THE MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW

 

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STANDUP COMICS
by Gary Snyder

A parking meter that won’t take coins
a giant sprinkler valve wheel chained and locked
a red and white fire hydrant
a young dandelion at the edge of the pavement

PHOTO: Elizabeth, Canada, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

“Standup Comics” appears in Gary Snyder‘s 2004 collection DANGER ON PEAKS, published by Shoemaker Hoard, available at Amazon.com.

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PINE TREE TOPS
by Gary Snyder

In the blue night
frost haze, the sky glows
with the moon
pine tree tops
bend snow-blue, fade
into sky, frost, starlight.
The creak of boots.
Rabbit tracks, deer tracks,
what do we know.

PHOTO: Bekajama19, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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THERE ARE THOSE WHO LOVE TO GET DIRTY
by Gary Snyder

There are those who love to get dirty
and fix things.
They drink coffee at dawn,
beer after work,

And those who stay clean,
just appreciate things,
At breakfast they have milk
and juice at night.

There are those who do both,
they drink tea.

Photo: “Sara’s Dirty Hand Holding a Coffee Cup” by Benjamin Stone

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COOL CLAY
by Gary Snyder

In a swarm of yellowjackets
a squirrel drinks water
feet in the cool clay, head way down

Photo: Shirley Leighton, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

“Cool Clay” is found in Gary Snyder‘s 2004 collection DANGER ON PEAKS, published by Shoemaker Hoard, available at Amazon.com.

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DAY’S DRIVING DONE
by Gary Snyder

Finally floating in cool water
red sun ball sinking 
through a smoky dusty haze

rumble of bigrigs,
constant buzz of cars on the 5;
at the pool of Motel 6
in Buttonwillow,
south end of the giant valley,
ghost of ancient Lake Tulare

sunset      splash.
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“Day’s Driving Done” appears in DANGER ON PEAKS, poems by Gary Snyder (Shoemaker Hoard Publishing, 2004). In the photo above, Gary Snyder reads from the collection.

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FOR ALL
Poem by Gary Snyder

Ah to be alive
on a mid-September morn
fording a stream
barefoot, pants rolled up,
holding boots, pack on,
sunshine, ice in the shallows,
northern rockies.

Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters
stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes
cold nose dripping
singing inside
creek music, heart music,
smell of sun on gravel.

I pledge allegiance

I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island,
and to the beings who thereon dwell
one ecosystem
in diversity
under the sun
With joyful interpenetration for all.

Photo: “Moffat Lakes, Boulder, Colorado” by Tyler P. Porter, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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HOW POETRY COMES TO ME
by Gary Snyder

It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light

Photo: Eugene Dodonov

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STANDUP COMICS
by Gary Snyder

A parking meter that won’t take coins
a giant sprinkler valve wheel chained and locked
a red and white fire hydrant
a young dandelion at the edge of the pavement

PHOTO: Elizabeth, Canada, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

“Standup Comics” appears in Gary Snyder‘s 2004 collection DANGER ON PEAKS, published by Shoemaker Hoard, available at Amazon.com.