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View Poll Results: What do you think about the principle of 'ReVersing' | |||
Great! Keep it up! The poetry of the kind has an independent value, it deserves a book all to itself! |
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8 | 40.00% |
Good! It is re-creative in a sense it lives opon other’s work, but good application of one’s creative abilities nevertheless. Just don’t expect much from it |
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11 | 55.00% |
Indifferent. Really, it’s desultory. Have fun if you like, I don’t care, but stop forcing your megalomaniac ramblings on me! |
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1 | 5.00% |
Horrible! How dared you to deal with Tolkien in such an insulting way! Don’t even think about ReVersing another piece of rhyme! |
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0 | 0% |
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#13 |
Deadnight Chanter
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Barrel Song
Down the swift dark stream you go
Back to lands you once did know! Leave the halls and caverns deep, Leave the northern mountains steep, Where the forest wide and dim Stoops in shadow grey and grim! Float beyond the world of trees Out into the whispering breeze, Past the rushes, past the reeds, Past the marsh's waving weeds, Through the mist that riseth white Up from mere and pool at night! Follow, follow stars that leap Up the heavens cold and steep; Turn when dawn comes over land, Over rapid, over sand, South away! and South away! Seek the sunlight and the day, Back to pasture, back to mead, Where the kine and oxen feed! Back to gardens on the hills Where the berry swells and fills Under sunlight, under day! South away! and South away! Down the swift dark stream you go Back to lands you once did know! ************************************ Up the light slow slope I toil From the sea I never roil On from home on plains widespread In the south free from dread Where meadows wide and free Bask in sunlight full of glee In I go to river’s source Up to highlands on my course By I pass the shady groves On my slow and hazy roves In the heat of midday sun On the dry sand oft I run When the moon comes down to ground Stars to earth by morn are bound Yet the eve comes creeping on Over desert than I’m gone North I come, with hardy toil Seeking night which none can spoil On to highland and the rock Where heights all passers mock Where pines so proud and tall Never pay the axeman’s toll Where dark of roots is strong Where stags come crowned with prongs Up the light slow slope I toil From the sea I never roil
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