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Lord of the Rings

23 March my son Bernie’s birthday so in honour of this I want to post three poems from The Lord of the Rings.  My son was an avid reader and loved and read this trilogy many, many times and could quote many of the verses from it. 

Firstly I have chosen The Walking Song from The Fellowship of the Rings.  Then from The Two Towers I have chosen The Lament for Boromir and last but not in the least, least, The Riddle of Strider from The Fellowship of the Rings.

My sons love and understanding of The Lord of the Rings was immense, so choosing these three was not at all easy and I am sure he would have chosen differently.  However these are the ones that connect him to me.  I hope you enjoy them as I do.

Walking Song

Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone
Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.
Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!
Home is behind, the world ahead,
and there many paths to tread
through shadows to the edge of night,
until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
we’ll wander back to home and bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and Shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
and then to bed! And then to bed!

 The Lament for Boromir

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
‘What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?’
‘I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Donator.’
‘O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,
but you came not from the empty lands where no men are.’

From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from
the sand hills and the stones;
the wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.
‘What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.’
‘Ask not of me where he doth dwell — so many bones there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!’
‘O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,
but you came not with the ailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth.’

From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;
and clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
‘What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.’
‘Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they do the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.’
‘O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.’

The Riddle of Strider

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 will spring;

Renewed shall be blade that is broken:

The crownless again shall be king.

 My sons love and understanding of The Lord of the Rings was immense, so choosing these three was not at all easy and I am sure he would have chosen differently.  However these are the ones that connect him to me.  I hope you enjoy them as do I.

3 Comments

  1. Beautiful Sharon. I’m thinking about you as a mother on this poignant day.

  2. very moving poems Sharon xx