Summit of Coire Etchachan
Nan Shepherd
But in the climbing ecstasy of thought,
Ere consummation, ere the final peak,
Come hours like this. Behind, the long defile,
The steep rock-path, alongside which, from under
Snow-caves, sharp-corniced, tumble the ice-cold waters.
And now, here, at the corrie’s summit, no peak,
No vision of the blue world, far, unattainable,
But this grey plateau, rock-strewn, vast, silent,
The dark loch, the toiling crags, the snow;
A mountain shut within itself, yet a world,
Immensity. So may the mind achieve,
Toiling, no vision of the infinite,
But a vast, dark and inscrutable sense
Of its own terror, its own glory and power.
But in the climbing ecstasy of thought,
Ere consummation, ere the final peak,
Come hours like this…
—Nan Shepherd, “Summit of Coire Etchachan”
published in WANDERERS: A History of Women Walking, by @kerriandrewsuk.bsky.social
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