Sunday, April 10, 2011

Thank you, Gary Snyder

WHATEVER I LOVE/Thank you Gary Snyder


Words are charming
monkeys bringing lovely gifts
or throwing rocks. They swing
into my mind interrupting
mindless dish washing,
hypnotic highway driving. They
tap me awake at 3am.

Must I dry my hands,
stop the car, wake up
and find paper, pen? I don't /do
want this spontaneous madness,
this daily surrender to insistent
strings of sentences.

Damn words! Fast moving verbs,
beguiling adjectives and dogmatic
nouns keep changing my
predictable life. God!
I love them. I love them.
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