I have been learning about Ubi Sunt (“Where is”) poetry, and am once again stunned by the effect of Tolkien’s poetry, which as many of you by now know, is the very inspiration for this blog.
Where now is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
This blog was created in order to mitigate public outcry. How can such a prolific blogger have managed to say almost nothing for some four years? I pray you will witness my resolution here writ, that while I will choose to write however I wish, I will attempt to lesson rude invasions of the Academe. In short, I will here present something akin to Candor.
The title of this blog is derived from the following excerpt from Tolkien, whom you may know better as “He-to-whom-the-world-is-tearfully-indebted-forever.” I am no scholarly expert on his work, but if I were, I wouldn’t be mentioning it here, now would I? Sly readers, you attempted to trick me into gobbledygook, but I remain undeterred. The verses:
“Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gait
And though we pass them by today
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the moon or to the sun
Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell
Fare you well! Fare you well!
“Home is behind the world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Then world behind and home ahead
We’ll wander back to home and bed
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp and meat and bread
And then to bed! And then to bed!
These lines are inexplicably apropos because anything I write here was likely written at an ungodly time of morning with a world of adventure at my heels and in my head. C’est la vie. I regret sincerely that my quill and leather journal are not the medium for this work, yet I dutifully submit that the use of lamps and firelight are liberally applied in its production.
Other blogs from Wendy, for those who simply can’t get enough (understandable):
- World Literature: Exploring Connections Between Worldview and Lifeworld (An experimental documentation of Dr. Gregory Bruce’s World Literature II class, North Greenville University) http://shadowsndust.wordpress.com/