Returning once again to the collection of poems written by Gary Snyder known Turtle Island, I was again found myself fascinated with another one of his works.This time my attention was caught by the poem titled O Waters on page 73. The poem once again reminded me of my time spent out in Idaho, but this under different circumstances. As stated in a previous post, I would spend the entirety of my summers during my younger days out west, which I will now explain in relation to the text.
The first few lines of O Waters filled me with a sense of calming/serenity: "O Waters, wash us, me, under the wrinkled granite, straight up slab". Here I had begun to spin a few thoughts in my mind of glacial lakes I had seen out backpacking in the wilderness with my family all of those years ago. However, once I read the following lines: "sitting by camp in the pine shade, Nanao sleeping, mountains humming and crumbling", I could not shake the image of these camping trips from my mind. I fount it strange that once again a few lines could conjure fourth images I had locked away years ago, but the effect was certainly the same as before. There really is something uncanny about the beauty to be found in the western mountains of the United States. It is a beauty I have found to be almost like none other in this world.
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