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Poem about climbing

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A friend of mine sent me this poem. Apparently the poet, Donald Justice, died recently.

 

Sestina: Here in Katmandu

 

We have climbed the mountain.

There's nothing more to do.

It is terrible to come down

To the valley

Where, amidst many flowers,

One thinks of snow,

 

As formerly, amidst snow,

Climbing the mountain,

One thought of flowers,

Tremulous, ruddy with dew,

In the valley.

One caught their scent coming down.

 

It is difficult to adjust, once down,

To the absence of snow.

Clear days, from the valley,

One looks up at the mountain.

What else is there to do?

Prayer wheels, flowers!

 

Let the flowers

Fade, the prayer wheels run down.

What have they to do

With us who have stood atop the snow

Atop the mountain,

Flags seen from the valley?

 

It might be possible to live in the valley,

To bury oneself among flowers,

If one could forget the mountain,

How, never once looking down,

Stiff, blinded with snow,

One knew what to do.

 

Meanwhile it is not easy here in Katmandu,

Especially when to the valley

That wind which means snow

Elsewhere, but here means flowers,

Comes down,

As soon it must, from the mountain.

 

-Donald Justice

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[insert puke puke.gif gremlin here]

 

With no disrespect, of course, to the dead poet.

 

yes, i am fukin bored at work. and same goes for me no disrespect to the dead poet.

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I'm bored at work too. Thanks for the poem!

 

Sestina... that'd be a great name for a soft-drink. cantfocus.gif

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