I love the simplicity of this poem. I can see the sun setting down onto and disappearing into the water. After long days, I close my eyes and I can swim in Gary Snyder’s words.
DAY’S DRIVING DONE
by Gary Snyder
Finally floating in cool water
red sun ball sinking
through a smoky dusty haze
rumble of bigrigs,
constant buzz of cars on the 5;
at the pool of Motel 6
south end of the giant valley,
ghost of ancient Lake Tulare
“Day’s Driving Done” appears in DANGER ON PEAKS, poems by Gary Snyder (Shoemaker Hoard Publishing, 2004). In the photo above, Gary Snyder reads from the collection.
Here’s the book description from Amazon.com:
As a Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, bioregional activist, Zen Buddhist, and reluctant counterculture guru, Gary Snyder has been a major artistic force in America for over five decades, extending far beyond the Beat poems that first brought his work into the public eye.
Danger on Peaks begins with poems about Snyder’s first ascent of Mount St. Helens in 1945 and his learning that…
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