Kreisviadukt near Brusio, Graubunden (Switzerland)

The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.

        She wanders lowing here and there,

        And yet she cannot stray,

        All in the pleasant open air,

        The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Bridge over the Viamala Gorge near Thusis, Graubunden (Switzerland)

 
“I perceive the gloomy magnificence of the Viamala as a reflection of my own nature”

Friedrich Nietzsche

Great Viamala Bridge over the Posterior Rhine River near Thusis, Graubunden (Switzerland)

"Switzerland is a small, steep country, much more up and down than sideways, and is all stuck over with large brown hotels built on the cuckoo clock style of architecture." 

Ernest Hemingway

Landwasser Viaduct near Filisur, Graubunden (Switzerland)

Ces atomes de feu qui sur la neige brillent,
Ces étincelles d'or, d'azur et de cristal
Dont l'hiver, au soleil, d'un lustre oriental
Pare ses cheveux blancs que les vents éparpillent;

Ce beau coton du ciel de quoi les monts s'habillent,
Ce pavé transparent fait du second métal,
Et cet air net et sain, propre à l'esprit vital,
Sont si doux à mes yeux que d'aise ils en pétillent.....

From L'hiver des Alpes

Antoine Girard de Saint-Amant

Albula II Viaduct near Bergun, canton of Graubunden (Switzerland)

"Probably the most beautiful land, the one that I more felt involved is the High Engadine"


"The most beautiful cradle I know for a great river."

Hermann Hesse about this part of Switzerland

Kreisviadukt in Brusio, canton of Graubunden (Switzerland)

Yesterday brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one,
Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons afar.
Silver-gray is the early snow to-day on thy summit,
Through the tempestuous night streaming fast over thy brow.
Youth, alas, throughout life as closely to age is united

As, in some changeable dream, yesterday blends with to-day

The Swiss Alps

Goethe