As for Poets by Gary Snyder

As for poets The Earth Poets Who write small poems, Need help from no man. The Air Poets Play out the swiftest gales And sometimes loll in the eddies. Poem after poem, Curling back on the same thrust. At fifty below Fuel oil won't flow And propane stays in the tank. Fire Poets Burn at absolute zero Fossil love pumped backup The first Water Poet Stayed down six years. He was covered with seaweed. The life in his poem Left millions of tiny Different tracks Criss-crossing through the mud. With the Sun and Moon In his belly, The Space Poet Sleeps. No end to the sky-- But his poems, Like wild geese, Fly off the edge. A Mind Poet Stays in the house. The house is empty. And it has no walls. The poem Is seen from all sides, Everywhere, At once.