With "The Hobbit" still at the Cinema, here is a poem about a lesser character from Lord of the Rings, the enigmatic Tom Bombadil:
Bombadil
I travelled in the early dawn
And over hill and under dale
Before the dark began to spawn
I walked along, so hearty, hale
But now dark is closing fast
Time to settle, not to roam
Travelling days now long past
In forest grove, I make a home
Old man willow sleeps by river
I know him well, this is my land
Barrow wights bring cold shiver
But not for me, I can withstand
And from over land and far from sea
River-woman's daughter, come to me
1953: L'ouvertuthe des Boutiques
-
*L'ouvertuthe des Boutiques*
Hier matin, après dêjeuné, la Merrienne se mint dans la tête tch'il tait
temps de qu'menchi à plianté. J'n'y t'nais pas ...
12 hours ago
No comments:
Post a Comment