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lunes, 3 de enero de 2011

¡Por el Profesor!

Feliz 119 cumpleaños, señor Tolkien. Aunque usted ya no esté con nosotros, su obra, su legado, seguirán vivos más allá de las corrientes del tiempo.



I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.
There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

2 comentarios:

M dijo...

Stengers (es lo que pone la palabra clave para comentar XD).

Al ver el enlace de tu entrada en mi blog pensé que iba a tratar sobre ti XD

Frank Lhermitte dijo...

Yo también pensaba que la entrada iba a tratar sobre ti ;)

Como siempre, nunca está de más recordar al maestro :)