go for a hungry dream

“As a poet, I hold the most archaic values on earth. They go back to the late Paleolithic: the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth; the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times.”

–Gary Snyder

I’m looking forward to hearing the wonderfully talented Gary Snyder(1930- ) read his work tonight and thought I’d share just one of his poems with all of you who can’t be there.

“Old Bones”
Out there walking round, looking out for food,
a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed that you can crack
plucking, digging, snaring, snagging,
         barely getting by,
no food out there on dusty slopes of scree—
carry some—look for some,
go for a hungry dream.
Deer bone, Dall sheep,
         bones hunger home.
Out there somewhere
a shrine for the old ones,
the dust of the old bones,
         old songs and tales.
What we ate—who ate what—
         how we all prevailed.

from Mountains and Rivers Without End

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