Poems by J.R.R. Tolkien (John Ronald Reuel Tolkien)

Writer, philologist and linguist glottoteta, born sunday january 3, 1892 in Bloemfontein (South Africa), died sunday september 2, 1973 in Bournemouth (United Kingdom)
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I would with the beleaguered fools be told,
that keep an inner fastness where their gold,
impure and scanty, yet they loyally bring
to mint in image blurred of distant king,
or in fantastic banners weave the sheen
heraldic emblems of a lord unseen.
J.R.R. Tolkien (John Ronald Reuel Tolkien)
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    In Paradise they look no more awry;
    and though they make anew, they make no lie.
    Be sure they still will make, not being dead,
    and poets shall have flames upon their head,
    and harps whereon their faultless fingers fall:
    there each shall choose for ever from the All.
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      At bidding of a Will, to which we bend
      (and must), but only dimly apprehend,
      great processes march on, as Time unrolls
      from dark beginnings to uncertain goals;
      and as on page o'er-written without clue,
      with script and limning packed of various hue,
      an endless multitude of forms appear,
      some grim, some frail, some beautiful, some queer,
      each alien, except as kin from one
      remote Origo, gnat, man, stone, and sun.
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        Blessed are the men of Noah's race that build
        their little arks, though frail and poorly filled,
        and steer through winds contrary towards a wraith,
        a rumour of a harbour guessed by faith.
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          In paradise perchance the eye may stray
          from gazing upon everlasting day
          to see the day illumined, and renew
          from mirrored truth the likeness of the true.
          Then looking on the blessed land' twill see
          that all is as it is, and yet made free:
          salvation changes not, nor yet destroys,
          garden nor gardener, children nor their toys.
          Evil it will not see, for evil lies
          not in God's picture but in crooked eyes,
          not in the source but in malicious choice,
          and not in sound but in the tuneless voice.
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            You look at trees and label them just so,
            (for trees are 'trees', and growing is 'to grow');
            you walk the earth and tread with solemn pace
            one of the many minor globes of Space:
            a star's a star, some matter in a ball
            compelled to courses mathematical
            amid the regimented, cold, inane,
            where destined atoms are each moment slain.
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              The heart of Man is not compound of lies,
              but draws some wisdom from the only Wise,
              and still recalls him. Though now long estranged,
              Man is not wholly lost nor wholly changed.
              Dis-graced he may be, yet is not dethroned,
              and keeps the rags of lordship once he owned,
              his world-dominion by creative act:
              not his to worship the great Artefact,
              Man, Sub-creator, the refracted light
              through whom is splintered from a single White
              to many hues, and endlessly combined
              in living shapes that move from mind to mind.
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                All wishes are not idle, nor in vain
                fulfillment we devise for pain is pain,
                not for itself to be desired, but ill;
                or else to strive or to subdue the will
                alike were graceless; and of Evil this
                alone is deadly certain: Evil is.
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                  I will not treat your dusty path and flat,
                  denoting this and that by this and that,
                  your world immutable wherein no part
                  the little maker has with maker's art.
                  I bow not yet before the Iron Crown,
                  nor cast my own small golden sceptre down.
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                    He sees no stars who does not see them first
                    of living silver made that sudden burst
                    to flame like flowers beneath an ancient song,
                    whose very echo after-music long
                    has since pursued. There is no firmament,
                    only a void, unless a jewelled tent
                    myth-woven and elf-pattemed; and no earth,
                    unless the mother's womb whence all have birth.
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