Poet of the Month

For my poet of the month project, I have chosen to look up another poem by an author we have read in class and write about it. I liked Gary Snyder's poem "The Trail is Not a Trail," so I researched and found "Riprap" by Gary Snyder. It’s a strange poem because it refers to itself. I haven't seen much poetry that describes how a person should read it, let alone poems that describe the process by comparing it to rocks. As a whole, the poem doesn't make much sense to me, but maybe I'm just one of the "lost ponies with dragging saddles." Never thought I'd claim that about myself, but it’s a possibility. It’s strange and makes me think, so I like it.  If life is like an “endless four-dimensional game of go,” then I’m glad I paused the game long enough to read this poem.

A Stone Circle I Saw in England with Mr. Clough's English Class
 (This is my interpretation of "rocks placed solid by hands." 
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to read a poem like these, but hey, whatever.)