sé lindë ar lairë

--In Song and Verse

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

From the Mouth of Bilbo

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 shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

From
The Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkien

This poem was recited by Bilbo Baggins at the council of Elrond after Boromir slighted Aragorn's rightful claim to the throne of Gondor. The son of the Steward (Lord Denathor) had been doubtful that the man before him (Aragorn) was Isildur's heir and the throne of Gondor. Feeling wronged for his friend, Bilbo used this poem to defend him. (adapted from
wikipedia)

Monday, February 13, 2006

Subjunctive Mood of Love

If Love were a metal, you'd be 24-karat gold
If Love were an ocean, you'd be the Pacific sixfold.
If Love were a wish, you'd be my last desire
If Love were a flame, you'd be a 3-alarm fire.
If Love were a natural disaster, you'd be a tornado or a quake
If Love were dessert, you'd be chocolate cake.
If Love were an epic, you'd be an odyssey
If Love were genius, you'd be a prodigy.
If Love were speed, you'd travel faster than time
If Love were a poet, you'd be an angel of rhyme.
If Love were distant, you'd be a universe away
If Love were rare, you'd be an unassisted triple play.
If Love were a birthday, you'd be my favorite gift
If Love were a symphony, you'd be Beethoven's fifth.
But alas, Love is elusive and fleeting and captured by few
But if Love is forever, then Love's me and you.

Schimri Yoyo