Norway
The utter wildness of your wilderness
was always like a dream to me
of magic utterly extreme,
in soaring altitudes to terrifying blizzards
furiously assaulting you like trolls
and offering the mightiest challenges
against your whole existence and your life,
but what a splendid glorious freedom!
Sitting there enthroned on Prekestolen
far above the fiord that stretches out
from one horizon to another far beneath you
in magnetic magic vertigo of horrifying ecstasy,
and you are all alone with all the mountains,
that fantastic giant world of terrors
but of freedom also most of all and beauty,
which inspires you to just go on to higher glaciers,
walking steadily triumphantly across the moors
and swamps, ignoring all the abysses
to keep on course in soundest wilderness
in this most sane and healthy,
challenging and beautiful of Nordic countries.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-09-16 at 10:55
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