Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Beleriand


BELERIAND*

(*The western portion of Tolkien's Middle Earth where many events in The Silmarillion take place before Beleriand is destroyed and sinks beneath the sea.)


Beleriand, O Green Beleriand,
Your central spine, the mighty River Sirion, flows—
Down from your mountainous crown,
Through Elven kingdoms and great forest lands
That countless birds and beasts call home—
Flows to your ocean-touching toes,
Beleriand, O Green Beleriand!

Your northern mountain ranges reach the sky
And never sleep – while Ulmo’s waters,
West and southward flow from high
To low, where there is no name or word,
Leagues of trees cast shadows deep—
Mist and cloud by breath bestirred:
Here Thorondor, Lord of Eagles, flies
O’er meads of flowers and precipices steep,
He spreads great wings o’er all Beleriand.

Beleriand, O Green Beleriand,
League upon league of your living land
Lies to the river’s right and left hand—
From those far-eastern mountains of blue
To the western shores of timeless sand—
Here long ages lives my heart,
Though I’m only passing through
Beleriand, O Green Beleriand!

Not only Nature carves this land—
But scars of ancient battles done
Beneath the stars before the Moon and Sun:
Where sleep the seeds of future joy and sorrow
Upon the wheel of reckoning spun,
Threads of destiny unknown.

Beleriand, O Green Beleriand,
Who is She that comes with nightingales,
That walks upon tiny flowers
Yet harms them none?
That summons western ships with painted sails—
Who is She among those ancient Powers
That are Children of Il├║vatar, the One?
What is her name,
Beleriand, O Green Beleriand?

From those far-eastern mountains of blue
To the western shores of timeless sand—
Here long ages lives my heart,
Though I’m only passing through
Beleriand, O Green Beleriand!


Copyright 2011 Bruce P. Grether/ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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