This poem took me eleven years to pluck up some semblance of courage and write.
Back then, I had the one and only opportunity to go up the mountains,
in the winter season and witness the marvels of nature in all its glory.
The experience never repeated itself, but the magic of the scenery stayed
engraved and kept coming back in flashes, I wanted to express it in poetry
but was afraid to spoil the grandeur of it all so, I kept waiting for THE
moment… I trusted and knew it would come. I’ll leave you to be the judge
I’ll first give you the translation and then put its original after, just for
the sake of not repeating over and over the same order 🙂 There goes…
When I took a stroll in your frozen lanes
Oh St. Moritz!
The sun shone on the freshly fallen flakes
Underlining its intact and pure form
All white and blinding, crunching under the impact
Of my footsteps and I exclaimed
Oh St. Moritz!
The trees bowed down majestically
Under the weight of this downy substance
Impassive to the magic of it’s environment
Witness of a lake streaming and freezing
Submissive at the fall of a shivery night
And I prayed, Oh St. Moritz!
During a month I inhabited your forest
Inviting me during hours, to walk
My companions were, silence and enchantment
for this plenitude from the wind
Blowing, blowing, through the trees, through the peaks
And my soul murmured, Oh St. Moritz!
Some, have trampled on you, others scorned,
Unconscious of the privilege granted, to this society
Blasé, escaping a too much of everything,
Yet, finding back these incessant noises
This tumult, its laws and taboos
By you Oh St. Moritz!
I, have cajoled you, dreamed and rocked you
Buried in the depths of my heart throughout these years
Hoping to marry the whole to a reality
To hear you whisper in my ears
Or roar while revealing your wonders
And I cried, Oh St. Moritz.
I hope you enjoyed it!