{"product_id":"no-nature-isbn-9780679742524","title":"No Nature","description":"\"The greatest of living nature poets. . . . It helps us to go on, having Gary Snyder in our midst.\"--Los Angeles Times. Snyder is the author of many volumes of poetry and prose, including The Practice of the Wild and the Pulitzer Prize-winning Turtle Island. Reading tour.PREFACE              \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003efrom \u003c\/i\u003eRiprap and Cold Mountain Poems\u003cbr\u003e       Riprap\u003cbr\u003e                Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout\u003cbr\u003e                The Late Snow \u0026amp; Lumber Strike of the Summer of Fifty-four\u003cbr\u003e                Piute Creek\u003cbr\u003e                Milton by Firelight\u003cbr\u003e                Above Pate Valley\u003cbr\u003e                Water\u003cbr\u003e                Hay for the Horses\u003cbr\u003e                Thin Ice\u003cbr\u003e                Nooksack Valley\u003cbr\u003e                All through the Rains\u003cbr\u003e                Migration of Birds\u003cbr\u003e                Toji\u003cbr\u003e                Kyoto: March\u003cbr\u003e                The Sappa Creek\u003cbr\u003e                Goofing Again\u003cbr\u003e                Cartegena\u003cbr\u003e                Riprap\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e       Cold Mountain Poems\u003cbr\u003e                “The path to Han-shan’s place is laughable,”\u003cbr\u003e                “In a tangle of cliffs I chose a place—”\u003cbr\u003e                “In the mountains it’s cold.”\u003cbr\u003e                “Men ask the way to Cold Mountain”\u003cbr\u003e                “I settled at Cold Mountain long ago,”\u003cbr\u003e                “Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,”\u003cbr\u003e                “I have lived at Cold Mountain”\u003cbr\u003e                “Spring-water in the green creek is clear”\u003cbr\u003e                “In my first thirty years of life”\u003cbr\u003e                “I can’t stand these bird-songs”\u003cbr\u003e                “There’s a naked bug at Cold Mountain”\u003cbr\u003e                “Cold Mountain is a house”\u003cbr\u003e                “Once at Cold Mountain, troubles cease—“\u003cbr\u003e                “Some critic tried to put me down—“\u003cbr\u003e                “I’ve lived at Cold Mountain—how many autumns.”\u003cbr\u003e                “My home was at Cold Mountain from the start,”\u003cbr\u003e                “When men see Han-shan”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003efrom \u003c\/i\u003eMyths \u0026amp; Texts\u003cbr\u003e       Logging\u003cbr\u003e                “The morning star is not a star”\u003cbr\u003e                “But ye shall destroy their altars,”\u003cbr\u003e                “ ‘Lodgepole Pine: the wonderful reproductive”\u003cbr\u003e                “Pines, under pines,”\u003cbr\u003e                “Felix Baran”\u003cbr\u003e                “Ray Wells, a big Nisqually, and I”\u003cbr\u003e                “Each dawn is clear”\u003cbr\u003e                “A green limb hangs in the crotch”\u003cbr\u003e                “The groves are down”\u003cbr\u003e                “Lodgepole”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       Hunting\u003cbr\u003e                the first shaman song\u003cbr\u003e                this poem is for birds\u003cbr\u003e                this poem is for bear\u003cbr\u003e                this poem is for deer\u003cbr\u003e                “Sealion, salmon, offshore—“\u003cbr\u003e                “Flung from demonic wombs”\u003cbr\u003e                “Now I’ll also tell what food:\u003cbr\u003e                “How rare to be born a human being!”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e       Burning\u003cbr\u003e                second shaman song\u003cbr\u003e                Maudgalyayana saw hell\u003cbr\u003e                Maitreya the future Buddha\u003cbr\u003e                “Face in the crook of her neck”\u003cbr\u003e                John Muir on Mt. Ritter:\u003cbr\u003e                Amitabha’s vow\u003cbr\u003e                “Spikes of new smell driven up nostrils”\u003cbr\u003e                “Stone-flake and salmon.”\u003cbr\u003e                “ ‘Wash me on home, mama’ “\u003cbr\u003e                the text\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003efrom \u003c\/i\u003eMountains and Rivers Without End\u003cbr\u003e       Bubbs Creek Haircut\u003cbr\u003e        \u003cbr\u003e       The Blue Sky\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003efrom \u003c\/i\u003eThe Back Country\u003cbr\u003e       Far West\u003cbr\u003e                A Berry Feast\u003cbr\u003e                Marin-an\u003cbr\u003e                Sixth-Month Song in the Foothills\u003cbr\u003e                The Spring\u003cbr\u003e                A Walk\u003cbr\u003e                Fire in the Hole\u003cbr\u003e                Burning the Small Dead\u003cbr\u003e                Foxtail Pine\u003cbr\u003e                August on Sourdough, A Visit from Dick Brewer\u003cbr\u003e                Oil\u003cbr\u003e                Once Only\u003cbr\u003e                After Work\u003cbr\u003e                For the Boy Who Was Dodger Point Lookout Fifteen Years Ago\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e       Far East\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e                Yase: September\u003cbr\u003e                Pine River\u003cbr\u003e                Vapor Trails\u003cbr\u003e                The Public Bath\u003cbr\u003e                A Volcano in Kyushu\u003cbr\u003e                Four Poems for Robin\u003cbr\u003e                The Firing\u003cbr\u003e                Work to Do Toward Town\u003cbr\u003e                Nansen\u003cbr\u003e                Six Years\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e       Kāli\u003cbr\u003e                For a Stone Girl at Sanchi\u003cbr\u003e                North Beach Alba\u003cbr\u003e                Could She See the Whole Real World with her Ghost Breast Eyes Shut Under a Blouse Lid?\u003cbr\u003e                Night\u003cbr\u003e                This Tokyo\u003cbr\u003e                The Manichaens\u003cbr\u003e                Mother of the Buddhas, Queen of Heaven, Mother of the Sun; Marici, Goddess of the Dawn\u003cbr\u003e                On Our Way to Khajuraho\u003cbr\u003e                Circumambulating Arunchala\u003cbr\u003e                7: VII\u003cbr\u003e                Nanao Knows\u003cbr\u003e                The Truth Like the Belly of a Woman Turning\u003cbr\u003e                For John Chappell\u003cbr\u003e                Go Round\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e       Back\u003cbr\u003e                The Old Dutch Woman\u003cbr\u003e                For the West\u003cbr\u003e                7. IV\u003cbr\u003e                Twelve Hours Out of New York After Twenty-Five Days at Sea\u003cbr\u003e                Across Lamarck Col\u003cbr\u003e                Hop, Skip, and Jump\u003cbr\u003e                Beneath My Hand and Eye the Distant Hills, Your Body\u003cbr\u003e                Through the Smoke Hole\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003efrom \u003c\/i\u003eRegarding Wave\u003cbr\u003e                Wave\u003cbr\u003e                In the House of the Rising Sun\u003cbr\u003e                Song of the Tangle\u003cbr\u003e                Song of the Slip\u003cbr\u003e                Song of the Taste\u003cbr\u003e                Kyoto Born in Spring Song\u003cbr\u003e                Burning Island\u003cbr\u003e                Roots\u003cbr\u003e                Rainbow Body\u003cbr\u003e                Everybody Lying on Their Stomachs, Head Toward the Candle, Reading, Sleeping, Drawing\u003cbr\u003e                Shark Meat\u003cbr\u003e                The Bed in the Sky\u003cbr\u003e                Kai, Today\u003cbr\u003e                Not Leaving the House\u003cbr\u003e                Regarding Wave\u003cbr\u003e                Revolution in the Revolution in the Revolution\u003cbr\u003e                What You Should Know to Be a Poet\u003cbr\u003e                Aged Tamba Temple Plum Tree Song\u003cbr\u003e                It\u003cbr\u003e                Running Water Music\u003cbr\u003e                Sours of the Hills\u003cbr\u003e                The Wild Edge\u003cbr\u003e                The Trade\u003cbr\u003e                To Fire                \u003cbr\u003e                Love\u003cbr\u003e                Meeting the Mountains\u003cbr\u003e                Running Water Music II\u003cbr\u003e                Long Hair\u003cbr\u003e                Target Practice\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003efrom \u003c\/i\u003eTurtle Island\u003cbr\u003e       Manzanita\u003cbr\u003e                Anasazi\u003cbr\u003e                The Way West, Underground\u003cbr\u003e                The Dead by the Side of the Road\u003cbr\u003e                I Went into the Maverick Bar\u003cbr\u003e                No Matter, Never Mind\u003cbr\u003e                The Bath\u003cbr\u003e                Spel Against Demons\u003cbr\u003e                Front Lines\u003cbr\u003e                Control Burn\u003cbr\u003e                The Call of the Wild\u003cbr\u003e                Prayer for the Great Family\u003cbr\u003e                Manzanita\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e       Magpie’s Song\u003cbr\u003e                The Real Work\u003cbr\u003e                Pine Tree Tops\u003cbr\u003e                For Nothing\u003cbr\u003e                Night Herons\u003cbr\u003e                The Egg\u003cbr\u003e                By Frazier Creek Falls\u003cbr\u003e                It Pleases\u003cbr\u003e                Mother Earth: Her Whales\u003cbr\u003e                Ethnobotany\u003cbr\u003e                Straight-Creek—Great Burn\u003cbr\u003e                Two Fawns That Didn’t See the Light This Spring\u003cbr\u003e                Two Immortals\u003cbr\u003e                Why Log Truck Drivers Rise Earlier Than Students of Zen\u003cbr\u003e                “One Should Not Talk to a Skilled Hunter About What Is Forbidden by the Buddha”\u003cbr\u003e                I. M F B R\u003cbr\u003e               Magpie’s Song\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e       For the Children\u003cbr\u003e                Gen\u003cbr\u003e                Tomorrow’s Song\u003cbr\u003e                What Happened Here Before\u003cbr\u003e                Toward Climax\u003cbr\u003e                Without\u003cbr\u003e                For the Children\u003cbr\u003e                As for Poets\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003efrom \u003c\/i\u003eAxe Handles\u003cbr\u003e       For\/From Lew\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e       Loops\u003cbr\u003e                Axe Handles\u003cbr\u003e                River in the Valley\u003cbr\u003e                Berry Territory\u003cbr\u003e                The Cool Around the Fire\u003cbr\u003e                Changing Diapers\u003cbr\u003e                Painting the North San Juan School\u003cbr\u003e                Fence Posts\u003cbr\u003e                Look Back\u003cbr\u003e                Soy Sauce\u003cbr\u003e                Strategic Air Command\u003cbr\u003e                Working on the ’58 Willys Pickup\u003cbr\u003e                Getting in the Wood\u003cbr\u003e                True Night\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e       Little Songs for Gaia\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e       Nets\u003cbr\u003e                Three Deer One Coyote Running in the Snow\u003cbr\u003e                24:IV:40075, 3:30 PM, n. of Coaldale, Nevada, A Glimpse through a Break in the Storm of the Summit of the White Mountains\u003cbr\u003e                Talking Late with the Governor about the Budget\u003cbr\u003e                “He Shot Arrows, But Not at Birds Perching”\u003cbr\u003e                What Have I Learned\u003cbr\u003e                Dillingham, Alaska, the Willow Tree Bar\u003cbr\u003e                Removing the Plate of the Pump on the Hydraulic System of the Backhoe\u003cbr\u003e                Uluru Wild Fig Song\u003cbr\u003e                Old Rotting Tree Trunk Down\u003cbr\u003e                Old Woman Nature\u003cbr\u003e                The Canyon Wren\u003cbr\u003e                For All\u003cbr\u003e                                \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003efrom \u003c\/i\u003eLeft Out in the Rain\u003cbr\u003e                Elk Trails\u003cbr\u003e                Lines on a Carp\u003cbr\u003e                A Sinecure for P. Whalen\u003cbr\u003e                Message from Outside\u003cbr\u003e                Under the Skin of It\u003cbr\u003e                “dogs, sheep, cows, goats”\u003cbr\u003e                Seaman’s Ditty\u003cbr\u003e                Poem Left in Sourdough Mountain Lookout\u003cbr\u003e                Late October Camping in the Sawtooths\u003cbr\u003e                Point Reyes\u003cbr\u003e                Makings\u003cbr\u003e                Longitude 170⁰ West, Latitude 35⁰ North\u003cbr\u003e                For Example\u003cbr\u003e                Bomb Test\u003cbr\u003e                Dullness in February: Japan\u003cbr\u003e                The Feathered Robe\u003cbr\u003e                On Vulture Peak\u003cbr\u003e                Straits of Malacca 24 Oct 1957\u003cbr\u003e                The Engine Room, S.S. Sappa Creek\u003cbr\u003e                The North Coast\u003cbr\u003e                One Year\u003cbr\u003e                Three Poems for Joanne\u003cbr\u003e                Crash\u003cbr\u003e                Saying Farewell at the Monastery after Hearing the Old Master Lecture on “Return to the Source”\u003cbr\u003e                Alabaster\u003cbr\u003e                The Years\u003cbr\u003e                No Shoes No Shirt No Service\u003cbr\u003e                High Quality Information\u003cbr\u003e                The Arts Council Meets in Eureka\u003cbr\u003e                Arktos\u003cbr\u003e                Fear Not\u003cbr\u003e                We Make Our Vows Together with All Beings\u003cbr\u003e                At White River Roadhouse in the Yukon\u003cbr\u003e                The Persimmons\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e       Tiny Energies\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e       No Nature\u003cbr\u003e                How Poetry Comes to Me\u003cbr\u003e                On Climbing the Sierra Matterhorn Again After Thirty-one Years\u003cbr\u003e                Kusiwoqqobi\u003cbr\u003e                The Sweat\u003cbr\u003e                Building\u003cbr\u003e                Surrounding by Wild Turkeys\u003cbr\u003e                Off the Trail\u003cbr\u003e                Word Basket Woman\u003cbr\u003e                At Tower Peak\u003cbr\u003e                Right in the Trail\u003cbr\u003e                Travelling to the Capital\u003cbr\u003e                Thoughts on Looking at a Samuel Palmer Etching at the Tate\u003cbr\u003e                Kisiabaton\u003cbr\u003e                For Lew Welch in a Snowfall\u003cbr\u003e                Ripples on the Surface\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e                INDEX OF TITLES AND FIRST LINES\u003cb\u003eGARY SNYDER\u003c\/b\u003e is a poet, essayist, lecturer, and environmental activist. His accolades include the Pulitzer Prize for poetry (1975), the American Book Award (1984), the Bollingen Prize for Poetry (1997), the John Hay Award for Nature Writing (1997), and the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize (2008). Often associated with the Beat Generation and the San Francisco Renaissance, he is known as “the Poet Laureate of Deep Ecology,” and his poetry reflects an immersion in both Buddhist spirituality and nature. Snyder has translated literature into English from ancient Chinese and modern Japanese. For many years, Snyder served as a faculty member at the University of California, Davis, and he also served for a time on the California Arts Council.HOW POETRY COMES TO ME\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt comes blundering over the\u003cbr\u003eBoulders at night, it stays\u003cbr\u003eFrightened outside the\u003cbr\u003eRange of my campfire\u003cbr\u003eI go to meet it at the\u003cbr\u003eEdge of the light\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSURROUNDED BY WILD TURKEYS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLittle calls     as they pass\u003cbr\u003e     through dry forbs and grasses\u003cbr\u003eUnder blue oak and gray digger pine\u003cbr\u003eIn the warm afternoon of the forest-fire haze;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTwenty or more, long-legged birds\u003cbr\u003e     all alike.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo are we, in our soft calling,\u003cbr\u003e     passing on through.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOur young, which trail after,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLook just like us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHOUGHTS ON LOOKING AT A SAMUEL PALMER ETCHING AT THE TATE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMoonlight landscape, sheep,\u003cbr\u003e     and shepherds watching eerie beauty\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe broad sheep backs\u003cbr\u003e     resting bunched up under leafy oaks\u003cbr\u003e     or hid in black moon shadow,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLives of cows and sheep—\u003cbr\u003e     calf mouth that sucks your finger\u003cbr\u003e     the steer that pokes his head through\u003cbr\u003e     pipe iron gate\u003cbr\u003e     to lick lapel, and lightly\u003cbr\u003e     touch and taste\u003cbr\u003e     the buttons of your coat,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCows that trail you are as you cross the meadow;\u003cbr\u003e     \u0026amp; silent sheep     slow heads turning\u003cbr\u003e     solemn faces\u003cbr\u003e     hooves fringed in dewy grass.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey stamp and steam in chilly morn\u003cbr\u003e     and gaze at length on clouds and hills\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          before they board the truck.","brand":"Pantheon","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300158066917,"sku":"NP9780679742524","price":24.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780679742524.jpg?v=1767733813","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/no-nature-isbn-9780679742524","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}