Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Poetry from J.R.R. Tolkien

"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."

-- Mythopoeia, by J.R.R. Tolkien

1 comment:

purpleprose 78 said...

Hmmm....Toilken...Are you done with the book on the Inklings yet?