January 24, 2020, 06:43:33 AM
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Author Topic: Yuri K poetry, and what wilderness meant to him  (Read 4 times)

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January 23, 2020, 10:43:16 PM
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Skis in the corner, backpack on the closet,
Mandolin hanging on the wall.
Photo Album. Letters from friends,
Hiking treks - only in dreams…
Abandoned by fate to devil's horns:
There is no talk of mountains here,
Everyone calls me "fanatic"
They shed "crocodile tears".
And laugh, dipping noses in furs,
In life you will never know,
A snowstorm in the mountains,
How the wind plays the taiga.
You will never know grander,
When resting at the top,
And hundreds kilometers along
The green sea of the forests.
You will never see how rocks fall down,
How does the "Sayan vains" grow,
You have never seen the horns of a red deer
And roaring down stream from a clif.
You meet both winter and summer
Behind the double frame of the window,
And don't know the "power"
of sleeping by the fire in winter.
What do you boast about laughing at me?
With ignorance of your vast country?
Going to London, Paris, New York
To dance rock and roll, eat a couple of lobster
To buy fancy pants!
I feel sorry for you!

Y. Krivonischenko.

I copy the poem in its entirety here even though it exists elsewhere on the site----just so people don't have to fo searching.

This poem is so perfect. Georgiy writes so evocatively, and perfectly captures the joy of being out in the wilderness.

Most of my friends think I'm crazy to put a tent into a backpack and go wandering off into mountain valleys. "Aren't you cold? What about bears? Ugh, I'd never sleep in a tent." They are the ones missing out. They'll never know the pure joy of standing on a mountainside and looking over 200 miles of uninterrupted forest. Or of washing weary feet in a crystalline stream, listening to marmots whistle.  I'm with Yuri K when he says, 'I feel sorry for you.'
Anyone else relate?