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| View Poll Results: What do you think about the principle of 'ReVersing' | |||
| Great! Keep it up! The poetry of the kind has an independent value, it deserves a book all to itself! |
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8 | 40.00% |
| Good! It is re-creative in a sense it lives opon other’s work, but good application of one’s creative abilities nevertheless. Just don’t expect much from it |
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11 | 55.00% |
| Indifferent. Really, it’s desultory. Have fun if you like, I don’t care, but stop forcing your megalomaniac ramblings on me! |
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1 | 5.00% |
| Horrible! How dared you to deal with Tolkien in such an insulting way! Don’t even think about ReVersing another piece of rhyme! |
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0 | 0% |
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Pilgrim Soul
Join Date: May 2004
Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle...
Posts: 9,463
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Bilbo's last song
Day is ended, dim my eyes, but journey long before me lies. Farewell, friends! I hear the call. The ship's beside the stony wall. Foam is white and waves are grey; beyond the sunset leads my way. Foam is salt, the wind is free; I hear the rising of the Sea. Farewell, friends! The sails are set, the wind is east, the moorings fret. Shadows long before me lie, beneath the ever-bending sky, but islands lie behind the Sun that I shall raise ere all is done; lands there are to west of West, where night is quiet and sleep is rest. Guided by the Lonely Star, beyond the utmost harbour-bar, I'll find the heavens fair and free, and beaches of the Starlit Sea. Ship, my ship! I seek the West, and fields and mountains ever blest. Farewell to Middle-earth at last. I see the Star above your mast! -- J. R. R. Tolkien A work in progress - I will try to complete tonight... but here is the first half... I hate myself for this - I love this poem and now I have twisted it's beautiful theme to tell of a journey to satisfy carnal pleasure rather than to heal a wounded soul.... Ah well Day is dawning, tired my eyes but long-haul flight before me lies. Come on friends! I hear the call - We must reach the departure hall. The lights are bright , the decor grey; We'll do some shopping on the way - Booze and fags from "Duty Free": I hear the tannoy calling me! Come on friends! Rush to the jet - board before the stewards fret! Hours long before me lie Jammed in a tin-can in the sky! But islands lie beneath the sun Where we shall land ere day is done.... to be concluded - I hope...
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“But Finrod walks with Finarfin his father beneath the trees in Eldamar.”
Christopher Tolkien, Requiescat in pace Last edited by Mithalwen; 08-06-2004 at 12:37 PM. Reason: typo |
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