Saturday, April 26, 2003

 

Gary Snyder: Online Poems 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 the light

Breves encuentros con la experiencia última, pero siempre fragmentados e indescifrables: los poetas no siempre dicen la verdad.

posted by Guillermo 3:22 AM