For the
Children
The rising hills, the
slopes,
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down.
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down.
In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.
To climb these coming
crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:
one word to you, to
you and your children:
stay together
learn the flowers
go light
learn the flowers
go light
~ Gary Snyder ~
(Turtle
Island)
Awarded Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize,
2008,
for Lifetime Achievement in Poetry
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