Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Gold And Stilness

I don’t know much about the American poet Robert Service except that he spent time in the Yukon in the 1890’s and that he was full of that common sense wisdom that many unschooled people seem to develop naturally. For example, once he said, ‘Be master of your petty annoyances and conserve your energies for the big, worthwhile things. It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out – it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.’ How very true! One of Services’ best poems is The Spell of the Yukon which captures better than any poem I know the majesty of vast mountain landscapes. Many of its lines could have been written about the Himalayas. Service knew what many Hindu and Buddhist ascetics know too - that it’s not the gold that is important but ‘the stillness that fills me with peace.’

I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy, I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.

I wanted the gold, and I got it –
Came out with a fortune last fall, --
Yet somehow life's not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn't all.

No! There's the land. (Have you seen it?)
It's the cussedest land that I know,
From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
To the deep, deathlike valleys below.

Some say God was tired when He made it;
Some say it's a fine land to shun;
Maybe; but there's some as would trade it
For no land on earth -- and I'm one.

You come to get rich (damned good reason);
You feel like an exile at first;
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are worse than the worst.

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 athrill;
The grayling aleap 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.

The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
The silence that bludgeons you dumb.

The snows that are older than history,
The woods where the weird shadows slant;
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
I've bade 'em good-by - but I can't.

There's a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;

There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There's a land - oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back - and I will.

They're making my money diminish;
I'm sick of the taste of champagne.
Thank God! when I'm skinned to a finish
I'll pike to the Yukon again.

I'll fight - and you bet it's no sham-fight;
It's hell! - but I've been there before;
And it's better than this by a damsite –
So me for the Yukon once more.

There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting;
It's luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting
So much as just finding the gold.

It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder,
It's the forests where silence has lease;
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It's the stillness that fills me with peace.


Nindo Patience said...

Ahem, Robert Service was a British-Canadian poet. We Canadians are proud of our poets!
With bows,
Trudy Nindo

李永发(Bryant Ly) said...

Hello Bhante, happy to come across this blog of yours. I am interested in reading "The Broken Buddha" and have found the pdf online. Is it available for free distribution, or would you rather I bought the book?


reddweb said...

beautiful poem. Interesting how the same can be seen with every hardship or desire...including life itself.

I may be wrong, but i notice Buddha was very careful glorying, or even contemplating, on these wisdom state(s). I guess there is danger of "becoming" (birth), there too.

lamb-O said...

Dear Bhante,

I looked for your e-mail address but couldn't find it, so I'm writing this OT comment to you.
I'm just asking for permission to translate some of your contents in Italian in order to publish them in an in-progress website of mine. Of course I'll always reference the source.

I'm also planning of publishing your books in Italian, also "Good Question Good Answer" whose current Italian translation is debatable and missing some parts.

Hope to hear from you soon. I'll leave you my e-mail address if you so prefer.

Best regards.

Shravasti Dhammika said...

Dear Vittorio, please send me your email address. I used but it did not work

lamb-O said...

Dear bhante,

Maybe I typed it wrong. However, in the meantime I created the site and a related e-mail address as well. You can write me here:

I would be glad to read from you. Thanks.