JimBob1952
Senior Member
I said I was going to try to read a poem every day.
I like the poetry of a man named Gary Snyder. He's 91 and was a charter member of the Beats. Jack Kerouac wrote his novel The Dharma Bums about him.
So I picked and read a random Gary Snyder poem. It's short.
I'm not going to post a poem every day, but if I see something I like, I will.
Not Leaving the House
When Kai is born
I quit going out
Hang around the kitchen – make cornbread
Let nobody in.
Mail is flat.
Masa lies on her side, Kai sighs,
Non washes and sweeps
We sit and watch
Masa nurse, and drink green tea.
Navajo turquoise beads over the bed
A peacock tail feather at the head
A badger pelt from Nagano-ken
For a mattress; under the sheet;
A pot of yogurt setting
Under the blankets, at his feet.
Masa, Kai,
And Non, our friend
In the garden light reflected in
Not leaving the house.
From dawn till late at night
making a new world of ourselves
around this life.
I like the poetry of a man named Gary Snyder. He's 91 and was a charter member of the Beats. Jack Kerouac wrote his novel The Dharma Bums about him.
So I picked and read a random Gary Snyder poem. It's short.
I'm not going to post a poem every day, but if I see something I like, I will.
Not Leaving the House
When Kai is born
I quit going out
Hang around the kitchen – make cornbread
Let nobody in.
Mail is flat.
Masa lies on her side, Kai sighs,
Non washes and sweeps
We sit and watch
Masa nurse, and drink green tea.
Navajo turquoise beads over the bed
A peacock tail feather at the head
A badger pelt from Nagano-ken
For a mattress; under the sheet;
A pot of yogurt setting
Under the blankets, at his feet.
Masa, Kai,
And Non, our friend
In the garden light reflected in
Not leaving the house.
From dawn till late at night
making a new world of ourselves
around this life.