non-elven poetries

[Leith]

Hey gang,

Leith here (: 

Just really really excited 2 discover some non-L-vn poetries: gnomish, human, orcish, dwarven--really anything just DIFFERENT, I'm into it.  U can post them here! Thanks   :)  

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<3 Leith

[Gus Blueteeth]

e.g. http://youtu.be/HVwJgV4GD5w

[Matthew Rahaim]

this song is so spiritual! i love non-elven music

e.g. http://youtu.be/HVwJgV4GD5w

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[Nicole Mills-Novoa]

You guys make me so happy :)

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[John Moore]

[John Moore]

 translation to human english:


Now, Always

What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make and end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. And every phrase
And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,
Taking its place to support the others,
The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,
An easy commerce of the old and the new,
The common word exact without vulgarity,
The formal word precise but not pedantic,
The complete consort dancing together)
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration. A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and Faerun.

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

-- Baravar Cloakshadow 
 

[Nodzh]

translation to Human english:

[Nicole Mills-Novoa]

Baravar Cloakshadow's words strike my heart like an arrow made of truth.

This light of possibility between us all, illuminates every moment that has once or may ever will be, filled with the heavy cloak of darkness. I consider myself among the fortunate despite my many misfortunes, if only for my friends.

Thank you,

Nebula Khatan

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[Leith]

This is awesome, Nodzh.  Its Gnomish circularity contrasts compellingly with Elven poetry, in which one constantly has the dizzying feeling of linear infinity.  

Not just that the topic is circularity itself, but the poem is formally perfect--the reference to itself 1/7of the way through

"every phrase [and/or] sentence/melody that is/was [harmoniously fitted to its purpose]"

and then the recurrence of "to be one/ask after oneness" as the first and last verbs of the poem -- just remarkable!

Or as I like to say in Gnomish, 

:)Leith

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