Snowfall in March:
I sit in the white glow reading a thesis
About you. Your poems, your life.

The author’s my student,
He even quotes me.

Forty years since we joked in a kitchen in Portland
Twenty since you disappeared.

All those years and their moments—
Crackling bacon, slamming car doors,
Poems tried out on friends,
Will be one more archive,
One more shaky text.

But life continues in the kitchen
Where we still laugh and cook,
Watching snow.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Gary Snyder's poem For Lew Welch In A Snowfall


  1. running-grass says:

    why no…..poems by lew welsh, an accomplished poet himself, accessible on this site?


  2. Tim Patterson says:

    He’s sitting by his woodstove in a tight-chinked little cabin deep in the mountains, writing poems that ring and laughing at the world he left behind.

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