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The Daily Poetry Movement

John Muir lived his life moving against the crags and peaks of convention. Articulate, wild, and wooly he was as beautiful as the mountains he treasured. If Muir was here today he would be destroying the logging roads, living in a free-state and protecting these lands. To many John Muir is a prophet.
John Muir on Mt. Ritter


After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.

-- Gary Snyder