Old Baldy And A Poem I Will Never Write   Leave a comment

Super Trail Vista (1 of 1)-5Hiking The Super Trail On Mt. Wrightson — This image by kenne is of Old Baldy from the Josephine Saddle.

Thinking about a poem I’ll never write.
With gut on wood and hide, and plucking thumb,
Grope and stutter for the words, invent a tune,
In any tongue, this moment one time true
Be wine of blood or rhythm drives it through —
A leap of words to things and there it stops.

— from the poem “A Stone Garden” by Gary Snyder

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