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by Lew Welch | |

I Saw Myself

 I saw myself
a ring of bone
in the clear stream
of all of it

and vowed
always to be open to it
that all of it
might flow through

and then heard
"ring of bone" where
ring is what a

bell does


by Lew Welch | |

Not yet 40 my beard is already white.

 Not yet 40, my beard is already white.
Not yet awake, my eyes are puffy and red, like a child who has cried too much.
What is more disagreeable than last night's wine? I'll shave.
I'll stick my head in the cold spring and look around at the pebbles.
Maybe I can eat a can of peaches.
Then I can finish the rest of the wine, write poems 'til I'm drunk again, and when the afternoon breeze comes up I'll sleep until I see the moon and the dark trees and the nibbling deer and hear the quarreling coons


by Lew Welch | |

Dear Joanne

 Dear Joanne,

Last night Magda dreamed that she,
you, Jack, and I were driving around
Italy.
We parked in Florence and left our dog to guard the car.
She was worried because he doesn't understand Italian.


by Lew Welch | |

Taxi Suite (excerpt: 1. After Anacreon)

 When I drive cab
I am moved by strange whistles and wear a hat

When I drive cab
I am the hunter.
My prey leaps out from where it hid, beguiling me with gestures When I drive cab all may command me, yet I am in command of all who do When I drive cab I am guided by voices descending from the naked air When I drive cab A revelation of movement comes to me.
They wake now.
Now they want to work or look around.
Now they want drunkenness and heavy food.
Now they contrive to love.
When I drive cab I bring the sailor home from the sea.
In the back of my car he fingers the pelt of his maiden When I drive cab I watch for stragglers in the urban order of things.
When I drive cab I end the only lit and waitful things in miles of darkened houses


by Lew Welch | |

The image as in a Hexagram:

 The image, as in a Hexagram:

The hermit locks his door against the blizzard.
He keeps the cabin warm.
All winter long he sorts out all he has.
What was well started shall be finished.
What was not, should be thrown away.
In spring he emerges with one garment and a single book.
The cabin is very clean.
Except for that, you'd never guess anyone lived there.


by Gary Snyder | |

For Lew Welch In A Snowfall

 Snowfall in March:
I sit in the white glow reading a thesis
About you.
Your poems, your life.
The author's my student, He even quotes me.
Forty years since we joked in a kitchen in Portland Twenty since you disappeared.
All those years and their moments— Crackling bacon, slamming car doors, Poems tried out on friends, Will be one more archive, One more shaky text.
But life continues in the kitchen Where we still laugh and cook, Watching snow.


by Gary Snyder | |

For/From Lew

 Lew Welch just turned up one day,
live as you and me.
"Damn, Lew" I said, "you didn't shoot yourself after all.
" "Yes I did" he said, and even then I felt the tingling down my back.
"Yes you did, too" I said—"I can feel it now.
" "Yeah" he said, "There's a basic fear between your world and mine.
I don't know why.
What I came to say was, teach the children about the cycles.
The life cycles.
All other cycles.
That's what it's all about, and it's all forgot.
"