When I first read the first poems by Cralan Kelder
before assembling what became Lemon Red, I had
remarked to myself that in the best ones, he was a kind of urban Gary Snyder.
Later, he showed me notes written in the margins of the manuscript of some of those poems, indeed by Snyder himself.
Cralan had taken a class with him in California, and Snyder's comments were almost identical to what I had said about the poems.
Later still, Synder denied ever meeting Kelder or writing about his poems.