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Sep. 24th, 2002 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aintbroke*sings* What a difference a nap makes... 24 little hours... All the sun and the showers... O, where there used to be rain
That made so much sense in my head. Funny how medicine works like that. Anyway- I promised Gary Snyder- you're getting Gary Snyder. I hadn't all of Left Out In The Rain before. It's beautiful and I love it. I'm posting this at person, who knows who they are, but I think just about anyone could love this.
I'm wondering where you are now
Married, or Mad, or Free:
Where ever you are you're likely glad,
But memory troubles me.
We could've had us children,
We could've had a home--
But you though not, and I thought not,
And these nine years we roam.
Today I worked in the deep dark tanks,
And climbed out to watch the sea:
Gulls and salty waves pass by,
And mountains of Araby.
I've traveled the lonely oceans
And wandered the lonely towns.
I've learned a lot and lost a lot,
And proved the world was round.
Now if we'd stayed together,
There's much we'd never've known--
But dreary books and weary lands
Weigh on me like a stone.
Yes, I miss you already. And the ultimate Gary Snyder- the poem that made me realize that I don't hate poetry, only most poetry.
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
juice at night.
There are those who do both,
they drink tea.
They drink tea! And lastly, because it's awesome and very true.
So few become full grown,
And how necessary all the others;
gifts to the food chain,
feeding another universe.
These big ones feed sharks.
I'm sorry for the spam, but I'm zonked on meds, and Gary Snyder totally rocks my world. I met him once, at a book signing near his home. He's so old and frail now- but he still radiates life and love and joy. I want to be like that when I am old. Really I do.
That made so much sense in my head. Funny how medicine works like that. Anyway- I promised Gary Snyder- you're getting Gary Snyder. I hadn't all of Left Out In The Rain before. It's beautiful and I love it. I'm posting this at person, who knows who they are, but I think just about anyone could love this.
I'm wondering where you are now
Married, or Mad, or Free:
Where ever you are you're likely glad,
But memory troubles me.
We could've had us children,
We could've had a home--
But you though not, and I thought not,
And these nine years we roam.
Today I worked in the deep dark tanks,
And climbed out to watch the sea:
Gulls and salty waves pass by,
And mountains of Araby.
I've traveled the lonely oceans
And wandered the lonely towns.
I've learned a lot and lost a lot,
And proved the world was round.
Now if we'd stayed together,
There's much we'd never've known--
But dreary books and weary lands
Weigh on me like a stone.
Yes, I miss you already. And the ultimate Gary Snyder- the poem that made me realize that I don't hate poetry, only most poetry.
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
juice at night.
There are those who do both,
they drink tea.
They drink tea! And lastly, because it's awesome and very true.
So few become full grown,
And how necessary all the others;
gifts to the food chain,
feeding another universe.
These big ones feed sharks.
I'm sorry for the spam, but I'm zonked on meds, and Gary Snyder totally rocks my world. I met him once, at a book signing near his home. He's so old and frail now- but he still radiates life and love and joy. I want to be like that when I am old. Really I do.
