December At Yase

You said, that October,
In the tall dry grass by the orchard
When you chose to be free,
"Again someday, maybe ten years."

After college I saw you
One time. You were strange,
And I was obsessed with a plan.

Now ten years and more have
Gone by: I've always known
where you were—
I might have gone to you
Hoping to win your love back.
You still are single.

I didn't.
I thought I must make it alone. I
Have done that.

Only in dream, like this dawn,
Does the grave, awed intensity
Of our young love
Return to my mind, to my flesh.

We had what the others
All crave and seek for;
We left it behind at nineteen.

I feel ancient, as though I had
Lived many lives.

And may never now know
If I am a fool
Or have done what my
karma demands.


Anonymous submission.

by Gary Snyder

Comments (11)

Blessed are these good poems They lift these souls to the uncanny heights of poetry
Of our young love! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Great poem dedicated to greatest ethical values and reverence for them. A touching melody, indeed.
How, in lean verse, Snyder wonders back in time to choices made. I expect no less from him. And I relate! In my case I observe that my choice has made me a better person, more comfortable in my own skin, and so I feel the choice was a good one, that I had divine guidance in making it. But still I wonder sometimes. -GK
You are late in realise. Once a bus is missed it is
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