John Muir on Mt. Ritter
After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
Commentary
I recently picked up a wonderful book titled ‘The High Sierra of California’. The book contains woodcut prints of the Sierra Nevada by Tom Killion in the manner of the Japanese masters Hokusai and Hiroshige. The beauty of the prints is further brought out by notes, commentaries and poems by Gary Snyder. The poem really brought out for me the fine line between control and diaster that a mountain climber deals with, along with the waves of panic he has to stave off to get to the top. That it is about John Muir’s first ascent of Mt Ritter is of added significance.
Gary Snyder’s biography:
Snyder was born in San Francisco, and brought up in Oregon and Washington State. He received his BA in anthropology at Reed College, Portland, in
1951. His subsequent career has been a remarkable combination of the academic and the contemplative, spiritual study and physical labour. Between working as a logger, a trail-crew member, and a seaman on a Pacific tanker, he studied Oriental languages at Berkeley (1953-6), was associated with Beat writers such as Ginsberg and Kerouac, lived in Japan (1956-64), later studied Buddhism there, and won numerous literary prizes, including a Guggenheim fellowship (1968) and the Pulitzer Prize (1975). He now teaches literature and ‘wilderness thought’ at the University of California at Davis.
– http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/s_z/snyder/life.htm
— Kaustubh Rau
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Ian Baillieu · 14 September 2004
A memorable, well written prose account of a crucial moment. IMO it isn’t improved or made into poetry by being given line breaks.
Fred Simon · 20 September 2004
First of all, I’ve loved Gary Snyder and his poetry for decades.
But here’s what I wanna know: come on, admit it … who else besides me wondered about a hypothetical companion poem to John Muir on Mt. Ritter, titled John Ritter on Mt. Muir?
Then again, maybe it is just me.
Fred Simon
Robert · 1 November 2006
I presented this Gary Snyder poem, John Muir on Mt. Ritter, in my tai chi classes at the University of Puget Sound. There was a rock climbing practice wall just outside the door to the dance studio I taught in. Snyder didn’t write the words; they came from one of John Muir’s journals. Gary Snyder saw it as a found poem and transcribed it from prose to verse with stunning success. I used it as an entry to the concept and experience of chi or universal breath, but it mostly said to describe Grace or the Holy Spirit descending when Muir accepts the inevitability of his demise.
Robert Ewing