Post by Andorinha on Feb 13, 2009 10:10:58 GMT -6
Analysis of Kendal's Poem
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Message 1 of 9 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 6/19/2003 11:40 PM
For I possess to a surpassing degree
that one virtue which alone will see
this dreary task to its hateful end:
I Covet.
My heroic hunger for this Ring
has now become
the Ruling Passion of this Age.
these to me were the key verses........
What a joy to discover.........Frodo announcing his desire for the Ring........and it's effects.......
He does covet, and has his whole journey.......
His heroism was a type of hunger and not heroic at all
the age........at the mercy of a hobbits hunger.....
only gollums intervention kept disaster froom occuring
thoughts?
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Message 2 of 9 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 6/20/2003 12:45 AM
and see it safely held through all the perils
of the Wide-World running madly
toward some god-built destiny
that few of the Wise could map
and none of them could alter?
what a wonderful paragraph!!!
God-built destiny!!!!!!
does that phrase rock or what?
and none could alter.......
definitely no need for ryhmes with words like these
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Message 3 of 9 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 6/20/2003 12:57 AM
I am becoming the fulcrum point
upon which the life of this world turns.
They have bidden me take up this burden
-- that none of them dares carry --
and let the full pounding might
of this flaming Ring
gnaw secretly away
the tattering remnants of my mind.
yes it HURTS.............hurts BAD
and the passion of his mind and what is left of it, tears at our heart strings
could we survive such an ordeal?
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Message 4 of 9 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 9/4/2003 11:00 PM
OK, shame aside, this is a bare faced plea for Kendal to render more of his poetry! I know he is otherwise detained at a spiritually racing point, but even he has the ability to do more than one thing at a time. So, give us our bones, and we will crawl meekly into the dark, whimpering and salivating............
Fang
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From: Kendal
Sent: 9/5/2003 7:26 AM
Shame indeed, Fangorn! Such flattery might succeed with a dragon, Bilbo, I believe, had some luck using this technique with Smaug... LOL!
My "poetries" seldom fit the topics here, and save for a few comedic essays I cannot form Tolkien-styled, metered verse and rhymes. The efforts of real poetic talent here are your's, Majah's, Illadria's, Olorie's, Hilary's, Megn's, DA's, McDLT's, and all the regular contributors to this board. But... (the fatal word!) because I respect your poetic erudition and value your insights, and because I chickened out with this one as an entry for a "love" poem topic a while back, I'll dump it on you anyway -- but be warned, it is mushy, and has NO discernable meter, and only an accidental, partial rhyme! (Besides, this will indeed, as you know well, keep me out of trouble elsewhere -- for a while...) The following should be centered, if the html works.
Falling Back To Sleep,
Aragorn Dreams of Arwen,
As I Dream of my Wife.
Ah, declining just now,
growing more tired with almost every breath.
I will be forced to try an early bed.
Meanwhile the west coast lilts of Elvenhome
-- the dreaming, dancing melodies of some softer idiom --
fill my head with the comforts of their quiet musics.
I am lost within this small moment,
letting old thoughts find new expression,
breathing the closely remembered airs
of some finer night
when we met the Moon
and twirled neath the madding influences
of his large and silver face.
Tall the trees rise to catch the trailing glories,
to wind among their blue-black boughs
the sparkle and the glitter;
and we are dancing there together,
our shadows tossed upon
the mounded mosses.
I lift your face
with the gentle urgings of my hand,
and let the Moon flood across your features.
Your lips are dark and warm,
and I place my mouth on your's
and drink again the subtle tastes of you.
Tonight, within the half-circle of this Moon,
I think Beren has found his Luthien;
and they are bound together,
star washed, and Moon drenched,
two twisting smokes
that lift from their paired fires,
and dance above
all the night-blurred mobilities
of the gilded ocean.
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Now, can I go back to smirking and being virulently sarcastic?
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Message 6 of 9 in Discussion
From: sparrow
Sent: 9/5/2003 12:32 PM
Kendal,
That poem is absolutely beautiful! Your wife is a very fortunate woman, smirks and sarcasm notwithstanding!
Regards,
Sparrow
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Message 7 of 9 in Discussion
From: Kendal
Sent: 9/6/2003 8:33 PM
Sparrow:
Thank You very much for your kind expressions. Deeply appreciated!
My wife says she feels very fortunate indeed -- but then she refuses to define her meaning for the major term that is under current consideration here... "Fortunate in what way," I ask, and she pats me on the noggin, tells me somethings are not truly communicable between men and women and I'm not to worry. But then her mouth goes all Mona Lisa like, and I can only believe that it must be true -- men will never understand women, sigh...
You have a great week!
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Message 8 of 9 in Discussion
From: Illadria
Sent: 9/7/2003 12:50 AM
Kendal you have such a way with words. It is always such a pleasure reading anything you write. Thanks for sharing with us.
~Illy
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Message 9 of 9 in Discussion
From: Kendal
Sent: 9/7/2003 6:32 AM
Illadria:
Thank You very much! Coming from a fellow writer of formidable repute and wide ranging talents your compliment will, no doubt, cause a severe inflation of my ego -- sigh, my wife will shortly remedy that, her avatar, Popo, is sharp witted and sharper of tooth!
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Message 1 of 9 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 6/19/2003 11:40 PM
For I possess to a surpassing degree
that one virtue which alone will see
this dreary task to its hateful end:
I Covet.
My heroic hunger for this Ring
has now become
the Ruling Passion of this Age.
these to me were the key verses........
What a joy to discover.........Frodo announcing his desire for the Ring........and it's effects.......
He does covet, and has his whole journey.......
His heroism was a type of hunger and not heroic at all
the age........at the mercy of a hobbits hunger.....
only gollums intervention kept disaster froom occuring
thoughts?
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Reply
Message 2 of 9 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 6/20/2003 12:45 AM
and see it safely held through all the perils
of the Wide-World running madly
toward some god-built destiny
that few of the Wise could map
and none of them could alter?
what a wonderful paragraph!!!
God-built destiny!!!!!!
does that phrase rock or what?
and none could alter.......
definitely no need for ryhmes with words like these
___________________________________________________
Reply
Message 3 of 9 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 6/20/2003 12:57 AM
I am becoming the fulcrum point
upon which the life of this world turns.
They have bidden me take up this burden
-- that none of them dares carry --
and let the full pounding might
of this flaming Ring
gnaw secretly away
the tattering remnants of my mind.
yes it HURTS.............hurts BAD
and the passion of his mind and what is left of it, tears at our heart strings
could we survive such an ordeal?
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Message 4 of 9 in Discussion
From: Fangorn
Sent: 9/4/2003 11:00 PM
OK, shame aside, this is a bare faced plea for Kendal to render more of his poetry! I know he is otherwise detained at a spiritually racing point, but even he has the ability to do more than one thing at a time. So, give us our bones, and we will crawl meekly into the dark, whimpering and salivating............
Fang
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Message 5 of 9 in Discussion
From: Kendal
Sent: 9/5/2003 7:26 AM
Shame indeed, Fangorn! Such flattery might succeed with a dragon, Bilbo, I believe, had some luck using this technique with Smaug... LOL!
My "poetries" seldom fit the topics here, and save for a few comedic essays I cannot form Tolkien-styled, metered verse and rhymes. The efforts of real poetic talent here are your's, Majah's, Illadria's, Olorie's, Hilary's, Megn's, DA's, McDLT's, and all the regular contributors to this board. But... (the fatal word!) because I respect your poetic erudition and value your insights, and because I chickened out with this one as an entry for a "love" poem topic a while back, I'll dump it on you anyway -- but be warned, it is mushy, and has NO discernable meter, and only an accidental, partial rhyme! (Besides, this will indeed, as you know well, keep me out of trouble elsewhere -- for a while...) The following should be centered, if the html works.
Falling Back To Sleep,
Aragorn Dreams of Arwen,
As I Dream of my Wife.
Ah, declining just now,
growing more tired with almost every breath.
I will be forced to try an early bed.
Meanwhile the west coast lilts of Elvenhome
-- the dreaming, dancing melodies of some softer idiom --
fill my head with the comforts of their quiet musics.
I am lost within this small moment,
letting old thoughts find new expression,
breathing the closely remembered airs
of some finer night
when we met the Moon
and twirled neath the madding influences
of his large and silver face.
Tall the trees rise to catch the trailing glories,
to wind among their blue-black boughs
the sparkle and the glitter;
and we are dancing there together,
our shadows tossed upon
the mounded mosses.
I lift your face
with the gentle urgings of my hand,
and let the Moon flood across your features.
Your lips are dark and warm,
and I place my mouth on your's
and drink again the subtle tastes of you.
Tonight, within the half-circle of this Moon,
I think Beren has found his Luthien;
and they are bound together,
star washed, and Moon drenched,
two twisting smokes
that lift from their paired fires,
and dance above
all the night-blurred mobilities
of the gilded ocean.
******************************
Now, can I go back to smirking and being virulently sarcastic?
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Message 6 of 9 in Discussion
From: sparrow
Sent: 9/5/2003 12:32 PM
Kendal,
That poem is absolutely beautiful! Your wife is a very fortunate woman, smirks and sarcasm notwithstanding!
Regards,
Sparrow
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Message 7 of 9 in Discussion
From: Kendal
Sent: 9/6/2003 8:33 PM
Sparrow:
Thank You very much for your kind expressions. Deeply appreciated!
My wife says she feels very fortunate indeed -- but then she refuses to define her meaning for the major term that is under current consideration here... "Fortunate in what way," I ask, and she pats me on the noggin, tells me somethings are not truly communicable between men and women and I'm not to worry. But then her mouth goes all Mona Lisa like, and I can only believe that it must be true -- men will never understand women, sigh...
You have a great week!
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Message 8 of 9 in Discussion
From: Illadria
Sent: 9/7/2003 12:50 AM
Kendal you have such a way with words. It is always such a pleasure reading anything you write. Thanks for sharing with us.
~Illy
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Message 9 of 9 in Discussion
From: Kendal
Sent: 9/7/2003 6:32 AM
Illadria:
Thank You very much! Coming from a fellow writer of formidable repute and wide ranging talents your compliment will, no doubt, cause a severe inflation of my ego -- sigh, my wife will shortly remedy that, her avatar, Popo, is sharp witted and sharper of tooth!