(Summer Hillside by A. J. Casson, 1898-1992, Canadian
artist)
HOW POETRY COMES TO ME
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 night
~ Gary Snider, born 1930, American poet often associated with the Beat Generation
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