Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light
Gary Snyder
10.5.07
How Poetry Comes to Me
10.5.07
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
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light
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