Published on 12, July, 2020
This is a thread that has come out of a discussion between myself and Steven.
We have had 2 other shared threads that have come about in this way: Paranormal and Creative.
Please share your poetry, either something you have written, or one that you like/has meaning to you.
Prose is welcome too.
Here's my contribution from Yeats for starters:
He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven: Yeats
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I Sit Beside The Fire and Think by JRR Tolkien
I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know
But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door
Thank you for that very poignant poem.
I wasn't aware that Tolkien was also a poet.
It's nice to see old threads resurface.
Yes, The Lord of the Rings is full of bits of verse. It made me cringe when I first read the book at around 12 years old but I realise now he was really good at it.
This is one of the best known examples: