Arthur Tolkien
If I am correct, Child, it is a poignant memory of departure, loss, of the way words substitute for real experience.
Tolkien's mother undertook a journey, when her eldest son was about three or four, to England, for the sake of his health. Tolkien remembered seeing his father paint his name on the lid of a trunk as preparation for that journey.
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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