One morning on a ridgetop east of Loowit
after campstove coffee
looking at the youthful old volcano
breathing steam and sulfur
sunrise lava
bowls of snow
went up behind a mountain hemlock
asked my old advisors where they lay
what’s going on?
they say
“New friends and dear sweet old tree ghosts
here we are again. Enjoy the day.”
--Gary Snyder
Some poetry resonates with our daily lives, some poetry takes us to different worlds--worlds of different experiences, places, perspectives--or just worlds of words. Poems can inspire. But there's something to be said for poems that refresh. What this poem does for you can be both, especially when you know the story.
Loowit is in Washington state, near Mt. St. Helens. It is said to also be the "Indian" (Sahaptin) name for the volcano. This poem is from Snyder's 2004 book, Danger on Peaks. Its first section is about this mountain and this area of Washington. He notes that he first climbed Mt. St. Helens on August 13, 1945, one day before he saw the first photographs of the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki on Aug. 6 and 9. That day he vowed on the "purity and beauty and permanence of Mt. St. Helens" that he would fight against cruel destructive power for the rest of his life. He was 15. He is now 92.
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