For Lew Welch In A Snowfall in  General   

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

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Other poems by Gary Snyder:

• December At Yase
• For Lew Welch In A Snowfall
• For/From Lew
• There Are Those Who Love To Get Dirty