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3 years ago
To where ice, mast-high, came floating by

Destination = Antarctica

`…And now there came both mist and snow,

And it grew wondrous cold:

And ice, mast-high, came floating by,

As green as emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts

Did send a dismal sheen:

Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken—

The ice was all between.


The ice was here, the ice was there,

The ice was all around:

It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,

Like noises in a swound!...’


An extract from the poem `The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

                     by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Big screen best.

This film short `Antarcticais by Kalle Ljung

(Sorry if this Vimeo is not supported on some mobile devices. If not, hopefully this `Antarctica’ link will work!)