Jotunheimen
When I crazy raved around the mountains
of the snowy wilderness of Norway,
way in Rondane in blinding blizzards,
still we carried on like crazy in our vanity
just to get through to Peer Gynt's cottage
somewhere in the wilderness,
beyond all visible geography,
perhaps out there and buried somewhere
in the snows and definitely out of sight.
The snows, the mountains, snowblindness,
the friends I lost out there in sudden storms
with temperatures dropping down to minus 50
in the cruel madness of the wind, –
and still there was a greatness in it all,
to be alone out there in the ferocious wilderness
completely at the mercy of the raving mountains
in the death claws of the glaciers and their traps,
but still you triumphed, roaring out in splendid song
just to be part of it, the greatness of the wilderness,
the glory of the overwhelming odds against you
which in spite of all you managed to survive.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-09-10 at 19:44
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