Sestina: Here In Katmandu Poem by Donald Justice

Sestina: Here In Katmandu

Rating: 3.5

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 absense 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.

Ratnakar Mandlik 25 February 2016

Amazing narration of snow picks of the mountains and valleys full of flowers in and around Khatmandu. Beautifully penned thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Susan Williams 03 November 2015

He sees things in a different way from me yet I understand his feelings and wonder how can that be? Are we all hiding sadness in different ways?

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