Saturday, May 10, 2014

A Bit of Robert Service

There is no one who speaks of the FAR NORTH better than Robert Service when he writes of Alaska and the Yukon . This is only a piece of his work but it is how we are thinking about the FAR NORTH of Norway.

The Spell of the Yukon

It grips you like some kinds of sinning;

It twists you from foe to a friend;
It seems it's been since the beginning; 

It seems it will be to the end.
I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow

That's plumb-full of hush to the brim;

I've watched the big, husky sun wallow
 in crimson and gold, and grow dim,

Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,

And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;

And I've thought that I surely was dreaming,

With the peace o' the world piled on top.
The summer -- no sweeter was ever;

The sunshiny woods all a thrill;

The grayling a leap in the river,

The bighorn asleep on the hill.

The strong life that never knows harness;

The wilds where the caribou call;

The freshness, the freedom, the farness --

O God! how I'm stuck on it all....