![]() |
|
|
|
Visit The *EVEN NEWER* Barrow-Downs Photo Page |
|
|||||||
| 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! |
|
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 |
|
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! |
|
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! |
|
0 | 0% |
| Multiple Choice Poll. Voters: 20. You may not vote on this poll | |||
|
|
Thread Tools | Display Modes |
|
|
#8 |
|
Ubiquitous Urulóki
|
If I might try my hand, with a personal favorite. Let me see if I get the gist of this...
The Ents' Marching Song We come, we come with roll of drum: ta-runda runda runda rom! We come, we come with horn and drum: ta-runa runa runa rom! To Isengard! Though Isengard be ringed and barred with doors of stone; Though Isengard be strong and hard, as cold as stone and bare as bone, We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door; For bole and bough are burning now, the furnace roars - we go to war! To land of gloom with tramp of doom, with roll of drum, we come, we come; To Isengard with doom we come! With doom we come, with doom we come! ***************************************** They go, they go, without pluck of the bow, at-under under under tom! They go, they go, without piano or bow, at-under under under tom! From Edoras, o'er Edoras be not straight and open with roofs of glass; O'er Edoras be not weak nor soft, not hot as flame or lush as grass, They come, they come, they come from peace, to spread the flame and build the roof; And root and weed weren't wat'ring then, the chimney whines - they come aloof! From sea of light with prow e'er bright, with pluck of the bow, , they go, they go; From Edoras with right they go! With light they go, with light they go!
__________________
"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name, Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law. For old our office, and our fame," -Aeschylus, Song of the Furies |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|