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Author: | Antigone [ August 18th, 2005, 2:56 pm ] |
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me too. wait - here it is: An elven-maid was there of old a shining star by day her mantle white was hemmed with gold her shoes of silver-grey a star was bound upon her brows a light on her hair a sun upon the boughs in Lorien the fair her hair was long, her limbs were white and fair was she and free and in wind she went as light as leaf of hidden-tree beside the falls of Nimrodel by waters clear and cool her voice as faloing silver fell into the shining pool where she now wanders none can tell in sunlight or in shade for lost of yore was Nimrodel And in the mountains strayed The elven-ship in haven grey beneath the mountain lee awaited her for many a day beside the roaring sea. A wind by night in northern lands arose and loud it cried And drove the ship from elven-strands across the streaming tide. and then it continues... it's both beautiful and sad. i'd love to hear the whole but i don't even know whether it's avaiable or not. |
Author: | Tyrhael [ August 18th, 2005, 3:24 pm ] |
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I like a Tom Bombadil poem that most people haven't heard; Once Upon A Day Once upon a day on the fields of May there was snow in summer where the blossom lay: the buttercups tall sent up their light in a stream of gold, and wide and white there opened in the green-grass skies the earth-stars with their steady eyes 1 watching the Sun climb up and down. Goldberry was there with a wild-rose crown, Goldberry was there in a lady-smock blowing away a dandelion clock, stooping over a lily-pool 2 and twiddling the water green and cool to see it sparkle round her hand: once upon a time in elvish land. Once upon a night in the cockshut light 3 the grass was grey but the dew was white; the shadows were dark, and the Sun was gone, the earth-stars shut, but the high stars shone, one to another winking their eyes as they waited for the Moon to rise. Up he came, and on leaf and grass his white beams turned to twinkling glass, and silver dripped from stem and stalk down to where the lintips walk 4 through the grass-forests gathering dew. Tom was there without boot or shoe, with moonshine wetting his big, brown toes: once upon a time, the story goes. Once upon a moon on the brink of June a-dewing the lintips went too soon. Tom stopped and listened, and down he knelt: Ha! little lads! So it was you I smelt? What a mousy smell! Well, the dew is sweet, so drink it up, but mind my feet!' The lintips laughed and stole away, but old Tom said: 'I wish they'd stay The only things that won't talk to me 5 say what they do or what they be. I wonder what they have got to hide? Down from the Moon maybe they slide, or come in star-winks, I don't know': Once upon a time and long ago. Notes on the Poem 1. earth stars- similar to puff-balls 2. the lily motif as in LOTR 3. cockshut- twilight 4. lintips - beings appearing only in this poem, an invention of Tolkien's {cf. The Mewlips an altogether nastier invention in Poem 9 The Mewlips-The Adventures of Tom Bombadil} 5. The only things that won't talk to me. In FOTR - In The House of Tom Bombadil when Goldberry tells Frodo that Tom is Master she also says- in answer to a query from the Hobbit: 'The trees and grasses and all things growing or living in the land belong each to themselves.' Of course, I also LOOOOOVE the Ring-poem and the Barrow-wight chant, and the Lays of Beleriand book... There once, and long and long ago, before the sun and moon we know were lit to sail above the world, when first the shaggy woods unfurled, and shadowy shapes did stare and roam beneath the dark and starry dome that hung above the dawn of Earth, the silences with silver mirth were shaken; the rocks were ringing, the birds of Melian were singing, the first to sing in mortal lands, the nightingales with her own hands she fed, that fay of garments grey; and dark and long her tresses lay beneath her silver girdle's seat and down unto her silver feet. C.S. Lewis, of course, when editing those particular lines of Tolkien's wrote a poem of his own: There was a time before the ancient sun And swinging wheels of heaven had learned to run More certainly than dreams; for dreams themselves Had bodies then and filled the world with elves. The starveling lusts whose walk is now confined To darkness and the cellarage of the mind, And shudderings and despairs and shapes of sin Then walked at large, and were not cooped within. Thought cast a shadow; brutes could speak: and men Get children on a star. For spirit then Kneaded a fluid world and dreamed it new Each moment. Nothing yet was false or true. See how greatly their styles differed! |
Author: | Antigone [ September 10th, 2005, 10:39 am ] |
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^that one's from The Adventures of tom Bombadil? hm i just caught a glance of the Kingsfoil song, translated into Quenya-> Lússë i Morë Hwesta súya ar Qualmëo Huinë ëa yontalta ar ilya calar autar, Túla Asëa Aranion! Túla Asëa Aranion! Cuina an i firnalë Massë Arano Caitala! At least I think that's it... |
Author: | Ithilethiel [ September 11th, 2005, 1:50 pm ] |
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all of tolkien's poems are so lovely! i especailly like all the hobbity poems and songs. they're so pretty and they can be really sad. |
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