My Grandmother standing wordless fifteen minutes Between rows of loganberries, clippers poised in her hand. — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
Wherever man exists, he finds the need to redesign, to recreate the world. A more beautiful world, purer, sweeter smelling and more colorful. A garden is probably the spot where the hopes for civilization are best captured. In fact, man… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
We . . . must try to live without causing unnecessary harm, not just to fellow humans but to all beings. We must try… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
Doom scenarios, even though they might be true, are not politically or psychologically effective. The first step . . . is to make us… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
Sometime in the last ten years the best brains of the Occident discovered to their amazement that we live in an Environment. This discovery… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
A great poet does not express his or her self; he expresses all of our selves. — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
You should really know what the complete natural world of your region is and know what all its interactions are and how you are… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
“I have lived at Cold Mountain These thirty long years. Yesterday I called on friends and family: More than half had gone to the… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
But if you do know what is taught by plants and weather, you are in on the gossip and can feel truly at home. The sum of a field's forces [become] what we call very loosely the 'spirit of the place.' To know the spirit of a place is to realize that you are a part of a part and… — Gary Snyder Copy Share
In Paul Friedrich's book Proto-Indo-European Trees he identifies the "semantic primitives" of the Indo-European tribe of languages through a group of words that have… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
Gratitude to the Great Sky who holds billions of stars - and goes yet beyond that - beyond all powers, and thoughts and yet is within us - Grandfather Space. The Mind is his Wife — Gary Snyder Copy Share
“In the mountains it's cold. Always been cold, not just this year. Jagged scarps forever snowed in Woods in the dark ravines spitting mist.… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
