Treasure Island

Bernard Kennedy

(20 May 1956 / dublin)

On Reading Thomas Mann's The Magic Mountain


Ascent of climb and taut limbs are required to slowly
scale this peak of literature.
Hans Castorp is your guide-a mouthpiece,
but the view, of hope and sickness,
of constant climb and.. well that is the view at last.
i read it first when eighteen years of age,
and taut limbs from rugby scrum run,
my brain readied with an aperitif,
Stendhal's Scarlet and Black,
whilst jersey was wine and gold.

when you climb a mountain-
Sugar Loaf, Dublin Sinai,
even Ararat, where Noah stopped, a feat is done.
Hold carefully this necessary tome.
In sickness and in health
till death doth depart.

Submitted: Saturday, April 05, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 05, 2014

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