Famous Poem #1

by Joseph Harker

Thought it might be sensible to give an example of a poem that shows the kind of thing we’re looking for here at Curio. We’ve received a couple of submissions already, and will be starting to review them this weekend; but here is something to get the creative juices simmering a bit more. (No copyright infringement intended, etc.)

Hay for the Horses
(Gary Snyder)

He had driven half the night
From far down San Joaquin
Through Mariposa, up the
Dangerous Mountain roads,
And pulled in at eight a.m.
With his big truckload of hay
behind the barn.
With winch and ropes and hooks
We stacked the bales up clean
To splintery redwood rafters
High in the dark, flecks of alfalfa
Whirling through shingle-cracks of light,
Itch of haydust in the
sweaty shirt and shoes.
At lunchtime under Black oak
Out in the hot corral,
—The old mare nosing lunchpails,
Grasshoppers crackling in the weeds—
“I’m sixty-eight” he said,
“I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that’s just what
I’ve gone and done.”