AWP

Gary Snyder

I am exhausted. I’ve been attending AWP in Seattle, courtesy of Poetry Northwest and my college. My brain is full. I came very, very close to leaving after dinner last night, but this man — Gary Snyder — who I have never seen in person but have read forever — was reading. He is getting up there, and I can’t really imagine that I will have another chance to hear him. So I stayed.

Robert Hass, Eva Saulitis, and Gary Snyder on nature and science. It was wonderful and made me want to get up this morning and work on poems.

Which is, after all, what it’s all about.

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

-Gary Snyder