Big fan of woodcuts... |
Unsure as to the message I wanted to leave behind, I searched on Poets.org, and came across a few candidates ranging from the elementary--though excellent ("Casey at the Bat")--to the esoteric (William Carlos Williams). I settled on the poem above by Gary Snyder as I like the competing senses of inclusion inherent in the environmental imagery ("Pitch glows on fir-cones") and the detachment I infer from the line "I cannot rememeber... they are in cities." At the very least I will look forward to being greeted by it upon my return in September...
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