Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘I Have Gone To The Mountain’

Found on the interwebs but I think I’ve lived it as well.

 by Larry Brody


A couple of weeks ago I posted about Nietzsche’s immortal character Zarathustra “gone to the mountain” in my uncle’s ’50s Oldsmobile. Today I’m going to close my eyes and reveal my own climb, in which no vintage car plays a part. I’m nervous about how personal what I’m revealing here is so, please be, you know, gentle…

I Have Gone To The Mountain

I have gone to the mountain, pursuing my dream.

The climb was long and treacherous,

And took many years.

My quarry was cagey and tough, with no

Desire except to elude, and its tracks

Would appear and disappear seemingly

At random. The mountainside was steep,

With few handholds, and more than once

I fell. At last I cornered my dream,

Trapped it in a blind canyon, just below

The mountain’s peak. Now I have what

I sought my whole lifetime.

Now I have Gwen.


Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. He is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, as the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out, “Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you lose your vision, and yourself.” She said it shorter, though, with just a snort.