A totally different slant on climbing from yesterday's version by Norman MacCaig.

R S Thomas, the Welsh cleric poet, sees it, rather, as a metaphorical exercising/exorcising of the spirit. His thoughts, dating to 1977, can be found in his Uncollected Poems, edited by Tony Brown and Jason Walford Davies (Bloodaxe, £9.95).

THE CLIMBER

Climbing mountains was climbing

himself. From the summit

he could look down and see below

the problems he had left behind.

Thoughts were like flowers on

the ledges, high up and far out,

the best needing to be plucked

dangerously and smelling of courage.

At night there was this mountain

above him, dark as the cave

of sleep he would enter and emerge

from tomorrow to resume his climbing.