The Little House of Lost Play: Mar Vanwa Tyaliéva
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- Опубликовано: 8 сен 2024
- Poetry is by J. R. R. Tolkien and the music is my own.
The Little House of Lost Play - J. R. R. Tolkien
We knew that land once, You and I,
and once we wandered there
in the long days now long gone by,
a dark child and a fair.
Was it on the paths of firelight thought
in winter cold and white,
or in the blue-spun twilit hours
of little early tucked-up beds
in drowsy summer night,
that you and I in Sleep went down
to meet each other there,
your dark hair on your white nightgown
and mine was tangled fair?
We wandered shyly hand in hand,
small footprints in the golden sand,
and gathered pearls and shells in pails,
while all about the nightengales
were singing in the trees.
We dug for silver with our spades,
and caught the sparkle of the seas,
then ran ashore to greenlit glades,
and found the warm and winding lane
that now we cannot find again,
between tall whispering trees.
The air was neither night nor day,
an ever-eve of gloaming light,
when first there glimmered into sight
the Little House of Play.
New-built it was, yet very old,
white, and thatched with straws of gold,
and pierced with peeping lattices
that looked toward the sea;
and our own children's garden-plots
were there: our own forgetmenots,
red daisies, cress and mustard,
and radishes for tea.
There all the borders, trimmed with box,
were filled with favourite flowers, with phlox,
with lupins, pinks, and hollyhocks,
beneath a red may-tree;
and all the gardens full of folk
that their own little language spoke,
but not to You and Me.
For some had silver watering-cans
and watered all their gowns,
or sprayed each other; some laid plans
to build their houses, little towns
and dwellings in the trees.
And some were clambering on the roof;
some crooning lonely and aloof;
some dancing round the fairy-rings
all garlanded in daisy-strings,
while some upon their knees
before a little white-robed king
crowned with marigold would sing
their rhymes of long ago.
But side by side a little pair
with heads together, mingled hair,
went walking to and fro
still hand in hand; and what they said,
ere Waking far apart them led,
that only we now know.
I really wish that Tolkien could have heard your renditions of his poetry. They really capture the emotions that I feel he was trying to evoke.
Lovely. Beautiful, your music reflects the spirit we can find in Tolkien´s work... English is not my mother tongue, but spanish: I live in southern Patagonia. We ´ve had a local group of Tolkien followers here, in my town-city, part of the argentinian Tolkien society... For many years, almost 2 decades now. The group "officially" got dissolved, too much people, lots of things... But we allways celebrated and shared this kind of spirit: most of us remain friends till today. We did lots of things, like sharing readings aloud, some theatre presentations on schools and libraries, we went to the forests with our cloaks, yeah... Some of the girls sang for us. We got together many times to share a meal, we made some public expositions downtown... Of course we keep playing role games. We took the name of the Cottage of Lost Game, Mar Vanwa Tyaliéva, from The book of lost tales. Your song reminded me all the things we shared and celebrated. Thankyou!
That sounds like such a lovely group! I'm sorry to hear it was dissolved, but glad the song could evoke pleasant memories again! Thank you for sharing this! :)
@@adelemcallister Well, only "officially" dissolved, you know what I mean. Most of us keep in touch! =)
@@MMAT16 aw yay, glad to hear it! :)
This song is absolutely beautiful. I've been listening to it several times a week for years.
This is so sad and lovely. You can feel the longing for childhood days. It's so unlike a lot of Tolkien's other poems, but it's very like the themes he wrote on all the time: beautiful things that have passed away forever, living only in song and memory. A very melancholy theme, but one that we all know and can all relate to; which is why I think it touches us so deeply.
He lived and suffered the Great War and loss of close friends, but also the loss of his parents in early age. All his works reflect that great sadness, but they also show his deep religious upbringing from which striving to achieve a life's work before one's time is finished is the key theme drawn. Take that away with you. Ready Humphrey Carpenter's bigraphy of Professor Tolkien and be moved to your core, beyond any mortal idea.
My goodness, this is how I first heard these staves all those years ago when I was very small, though not long after JRRT Went Away to stay with the Elves. Forty-five years later, as a Child of Men I can only offer my poor mortal congratulations on your heavenly harpistry.
I think Tolkien would love your songs :)
One of the first stories I read, when I read to myself that first time.
This is beautiful. The poem already is wonderfully nostalgic and your lovely voice only adds to the effect. I can't stop listening and reminiscing.
I get a sense of sadness when I read the Book of Lost Tales - I wonder what it would have been like if the story had reached full maturity while keeping the Eriol frame story, and the idea of children visiting Faerie in sleep. But of course if that had happened, we may not have had The Lord of the Rings.
Loved it. I found your youtube channel while searching for musical versions of the Hobbit poems for a paper for the Spanish Tolkien Society annual meeting. A great and nice discovery!
Perfetto !!
This is gorgeous.
i thank the day i found your account. your renditions are so beautiful.
makes me cry ;p
Thank you so much for this. It has been a quite favorite poem of mine for years and I've always wanted to hear it put to music.
If you look at other photos of M. Tolkien, he does not have this countenance. His bride gives him joy, it's easy to see.
Well done, friend. Edith was the love of his life, the mother of his children and his inspiration for a sixty-year work that was never finished, like the Tales in his work.
Beautiful setting.