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02-06-2005, 10:49 AM | #1 |
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Poem parodies
Well, we have song parodies to Middle Earth, character's theme songs, so why not poetry too?
So take a poem (or part of a poem, that would be much easier) and play with it to make it fit a character, a scene, something from Middle Earth! Here's what I came up with when I came across the poem "Fair Ines" by Thomas Hood. (Of course it was the line 'She's gone into the West' that started this whole idea ). The original: Oh! saw ye not fair Ines? She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down, And rob the world of rest. She took our daylights with her, The smiles that we love best, With morning blushes on her cheek And pearls upon her breast (Thomas Hood) Now this is Gimli's lament: Oh! saw ye not Galadriel? She's gone into the West, She set off in the setting sun, And robbed the world of rest; She took our daylights with them, The beauty we love best, With songs beneath the starry skies, And jewels on her breast.
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02-07-2005, 06:29 PM | #2 |
Shade of Carn Dűm
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For something that sounds so easy...this was irksomely hard
Even if all others should later disagree, I at least like this idea. I like poems (well, writing poems at least) more than songs so this thread was just whispering in my ear "Respond, c'mon you know you want to." the entire time I was trying to do my work (so, in short, 'Thank You For Saving Me!')
Actually this was harder than I thought it would be, but I ended up using The Christina Rossetti poem Remember and thinking of it in terms of the Hobbits parting when Frodo goes into the Grey Havens. The original poem: Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. My Version (feel free to correct grammar...especially the use of punctuation): Remember me when I have crossed the sea When I have crossed into that distant land When here in shadow you think that you stand Know that I have gone so you might be free Like deep in the forest that single tree, That cannot be felled by a mortal hand, shall rise forever as mighty and grand As the friendship that binds my soul to thee. And if in time you no longer recall And if the memories fade away then So you no longer recall the times when Every joy and honour we could, we knew Fear not that I shall, from my kingly hall, Think less of you, I know your heart is true. Once again, Thank you for this thread...it promises to keep me entertained for ages (and gives me an excuse to read poety...an added bonus!)...and I hope it attracts more than just us two.
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02-12-2005, 09:08 AM | #3 |
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this thread shall go on...;)
Ok, here's a new one:
This time a poem by Byron. I managed to modify only the last stanza, so here it is: Original version: From the wreck of the past, which hath perished, Thus much I at least may recall: It hath taught me that which I most cherished Deserved to be dearest of all. In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee. My version: (This can be from Frodo or Sam's POV) From the wreck of the past, which hath perished, Thus much I at least can recall: It hath taught me that Hope that I cherished Deserved to be dearest of all. Golden flowers still dwell in the meadow, In Gondor there grows a White Tree. And a star brightly piercing the shadow, Says that Beauty forever shall be.
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08-28-2005, 07:03 AM | #4 |
Cryptic Aura
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If I may, I shall take up Evisse the Blue 's wonderful Poem Parody thread and apply it not to Tolkien's Middle-earth but to our own perilous realm, our Barrow Downs forum. I hope Evisse won't deem this off-topic! (I don't know how I missed this thread when she started it, but searching over old pages of forums certainly shows I've missed several good threads. Here's to their resurrection also as time warrants!)
The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chicken And now for something completely different, as they say... The Green-knived Barrow by WC Quilläms so much pretends upon a green-knived barrow glazed with cryptic posts astride the black screen I'm still tinkering a bit with the scansion of 'posts' and 'screen' so I might be back to edit. I would really like to have similar word breaks like wheel/barrow and rain/water.
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08-16-2010, 10:38 AM | #5 |
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Sorry if this isn't too good.
Original: Robert Frost's The Road not Taken ______________________________ Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Mine: Samwise Gamgee's The Funeral Not Attended __________________________________ Two friends diverged near a Golden Wood, And sorry I could not attend to both And be one Hobbit, long I stood And stared at one as long as I could To where he died in the undergrowth; Then followed the other, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim, Beacause Gandalf told me to follow him there; Though, as for that the orders there Had been really about the same. And both that morning equally lay Near woods orc feet had trodden black Oh, I kept Boromir for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged near a Wood and I-- I took the one that leads to the Eye, And that has made all the difference. Sorry Mr. Frost, Mr. Tolkien, but I hope you both understand.
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10-19-2010, 04:43 PM | #6 |
Blossom of Dwimordene
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That poem is MAGNIFICENT! I wish I could write so well!
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