Today, one of my friends, during a conversation asked me to pick out one more favorite of Tolkien's poems, apart from "All that is gold does not glitter" and "The road goes ever on and on". While I love these two, there are so many others that I really like.
Here's one of them, very beautiful, very touching, stimulating your grey cells to think!
“Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?”
Here's one of them, very beautiful, very touching, stimulating your grey cells to think!
“Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?”
After a really long and tiring day, I was thinking about her question, and flipping through my Tolkien collection and I found this gem from The Two Towers, and thought why not share it! If you have read the two towers, I'm sure you'd recognize the scene, and would be able to bring it before your eyes.
Which is your favourite Tolkien poem? Let me know in the comments!
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