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Wight of the Old Forest
Join Date: Dec 2008
Location: Unattended on the railway station, in the litter at the dancehall
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Great topic, Lommy! It was high time the Lays of Beleriand got their own thread(s); thanks for starting this one!
I totally agree with your admiration of the Gest. One of my own favourite passages comes shortly after the one you quoted: Thus Lúthien, whom no pursuit, no snare, no dart that hunters shoot, might hope to win or hold, she came at the sweet calling of her name;* and thus in his her slender hand was linked in far Beleriand; in hour enchanted long ago her arms about his neck did go, and gently down she drew to rest his weary head upon her breast. Heart-melting, isn't it? And I suppose we can all guess what happened next, although he is, of course, discreet enough never to tell us... ![]() Quote:
Another aspect: narrative poetry of this kind, whether rhymed or alliterating, already was an anachronism at the time the Lays were written - so much so that, when the Gest was submitted to a publisher, the reader mistook it for a translation of an ancient Celtic original! Even LotR, being the hybrid between novel and romance it is in my eyes, was anachronistic enough in its day, but I don't think a Lay of the War of the Ring (even supposing Tolkien had ever finished it) in, presumably, thousands and thousands of verses would have had any chance of ever being published - and without the tremendous success of LotR in prose, we wouldn't be reading and appreciating the Lays today. (By the way, it's interesting that the prose Silmarillion as we now know it developped, after BoLT had been aborted, from a compressed sketch meant to provide readers of the Lays with the mythological background - so in a way, Tolkien's recasting of the Legendarium in prose grew from the attempt to explain his poetry.) Quote:
*It just strikes me how these four lines seem to echo Pwylls first meeting with Rhiannon in the Mabinogion (also a tale of a mortal wooing a Faery bride) - he pursues her on horseback for three days or so without ever being able to overtake her, until he finally comes to his senses and politely asks her to wait for him, which she then does gladly...
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Und aus dem Erebos kamen viele seelen herauf der abgeschiedenen toten.- Homer, Odyssey, Canto XI |
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