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dragonyphoenix) wrote2016-04-21 07:57 am
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How Poetry Comes to Me by Gary Snyder
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