Hey, April is National Poetry Month, so I’m allowed.

Also, “Poem” by Rene Daumal is relevant to our peakbagging interests:

One cannot stay on the summit forever –
One has to come down again.
So why bother in the first place? Just this.
What is above knows what is below –
But what is below does not know what is above

One climb, one sees-
One descends and sees no longer
But one has seen!

There is an art of conducting one’s self in
The lower regions by the memory of
What one saw higher up.

When one can no longer see,
One does at least still know.

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Thanks to the globe-trotting Calipidder for the heads-up on this.

Founder and Editor-in-Chief of Modern Hiker, Author of "Day Hiking Los Angeles," Walking Meditator, Native Plant Enthusiast.

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DSD

DSD Apr 17, 2011 06:04

It is a wonderful poem, and such words often help us grasp for the feelings we have from out there, those things we sense in the wilds, and the intense experiences we have in our adventures.
I think there is a mountain poet inside most of us who wander...
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Rebecca Apr 8, 2011 19:04

Yeah, this poem really stuck with me. It was sent to me by a hiking friend and I wasn't able to get it out of my head. It works in a metaphorical sense but I prefer to interpret it literally. Makes me eager for the summer Sierra peak bagging season to begin.

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