On the Occasion of J.R.R. Tolkien's thirteenity-third Birthday
J.R.R. Tolkien turns 133 today!
I Sit Beside the Fire and ThinkI sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen ( Read more... )
I Sit Beside the Fire and ThinkI sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen ( Read more... )
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This is one of my favourite poems from LotR. Bilbo is getting old without the ring, and finally feels the weight of age catching up to him at 128 years old. Not only that, but he has been living in the company of immortal elves for 16 years at that point, which amplifies the bitterness of The Gift of Men.
But this poem could easily exist outside of LotR. It's a very human poem, obviously from the perspective of somebody advanced in age. The author enjoys life a great deal, and doesn't wish it to end. They would keep on living, if the body let them. I too lament the loss of life; I wish I could live forever.
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