Posted on August 18, 2018 By mneset
To see polar bears in the wild…that is a worthy goal. We were out in the zodiac, nosing along the shore, squinting and gazing and scanning and hoping. I told Mette it was perfectly fine if I did not see a bear…it’s difficult for me to focus binoculars so I maintained my state of denial just in case. Then. There. They. Were. Right there in good solid eyesight range, no need for binoculars. OMG. Whatever anyone tells you there are few sights so grand as a big mama polar bear loping along with her (probably) yearling cubs. So without further ado…here they are.
Polar Bear
Ursus maritimus
Arctic landmass; Alaska, Canada
Russia, Greenland, and Norway.
Population decreasing
Call me Polar Bear, but beauty, fierceness,
courage, and my surroundings have brought
out the poet in the flesh walkers.
To Russians, I am simply White Bear;
to Danes, Ice Bear; for many, Sea Bear.
Among the Inuit, I am Nanuk,
the animal worthy of great respect,
or The Ever-wandering One.
Norsemen, who wear imagination like a garment,
hail me Sailor of the Icebergs, White Sea Deer,
Whale’s Curse, Seal’s Dread. Their poets say
I have the strength of twelve men
and the wits of eleven.
Siberia’s Ket people esteem all bears.
To them I am Grandfather.
The Lapp people point to me and say,
God’s Dog or Old Man in the Fur Coat.
So intelligent, those Lapps.
Remember all my names—or none.
I am the specter on disappearing sea ice,
losing hold.
J. Patrick Lewis
Category: AROUND THE WORLD Tags: Basecamp Explorer, Norway, PHOTOGRAPHY, polar bears, Svalbard, Travel
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Magnificent!
What magnificent creatures…beautiful…and how could anyone harm them? But, we are harming them every day by producing all that global warming that is going to ruin their home, or most of it. I hope most of them can adapt in some way. Why are we so stupid? and they are so smart.