21 September 2011

Fall poetry

Pr. Mozolak has shared some poems on his blog and here; to me one of the endearing poems of fall is from Tolkien's Lord of the Rings:

Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The long years have passed like swift draughts
of the sweet mead in the lofty halls of the West,
beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble
in the song of her voice, holy and queenly.
Who now shall refill the cup for me?
For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars,
from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds,
and all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
and out of a grey country
darkness lies on the foaming waves between us,
and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
Now, lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!
Farewell!  Maybe thou shalt find Valimar.
Maybe even thou shalt find it.

No comments: