Originally Posted by
Stolly
Okay a risky one this. I've read the Hobbit over the years half a dozen times and the Lord of the Rings a gazzillion times (and yeah the films annoyed me for getting so much all wrong and for missing far too much out :rolleyes:) and the books are stuffed to the gunnels with poems written by Tolkien. The trouble is an awful lot of his poems go on and on and on 'a bit' and others wither on about deep lore whilst others still are written in a pretend language, which although atmospheric taken as part and parcel of the story, are in reality utter bollocks :D
So here's a token Tolkien compilation, hopefully missing out most of the crap...
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To seek our pale enchanted gold
The wind was on the withered heath
But in the forest stirred no leaf
There shadows lay by night and day
And dark things silent crept beneath
The wind came down from mountains cold
And like a tide it roared and rolled
The branches groaned, the forest moaned
And leaves were laid upon the mould
The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can
Pursuing it with eager (weary) feet
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet
And whither then? I cannot say
Ho! Ho! Ho! to the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain my fall and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree I will lie
And let the clouds go sailing by
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king
So thats four poems (or excerpts from poems) that to me really resonate with my own mountain wanderings and a final one that is of course all about me :rolleyes:
