Has a decade really passed since Marc C submitted the first post of his legendary "I know that I shall meet my Fate..." thread? I'm afraid that it has; where did it go?
Just wondering if anyone has ever had a dream or premonition about their death - particularly a climbing-related death? With apologies to W.B. Yeats ('An Irish Airman Foresees His Death') here is a poem on this theme.
A Solo Climber Foreeses His Death
I know that I shall meet my fate,
Somewhere among the crags above.
Those back at home will think me late,
Until their fears inflame their love.
My ‘country’ is Snowdonia’s peaks,
My ‘countrymen’ the ghostly sheep.
No shattered end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor friends, nor duty bade me climb
No well-thumbed guides, nor cheering crowds;
A lifetime’s seeking of delight
Led to this meeting in the clouds.
I teetered left, becalmed my mind;
The route ahead dispelled my breath;
No way above, no way behind,
Fingers once clasped to Life, touched Death
This was the thread that spawned an outpouring of poetic endeavour, from the UKC masses, and ultimately led to the publication of The Owl and the Cragrat anthology of climbing poetry.
Hurrah for Marc C and all who sail in her!
http://www.ukclimbing.com/forums/t.php?t=66319