"The King was silent. 'Ents!' he said at length. 'Out of the shadows of legend I begin a little to understand the marvel of the trees, I think. I have lived to see strange days. Long we have tended our beasts and our fields, built our houses, wrought our tools, or ridden away to help in the wars of Minas Tirith. And that we called the life of Men, the way of the world. We cared little for what lay beyond the borders of our land. Songs we have that tell of these things, but we are forgetting them, teaching them only to children, as a careless custom. And now the songs have come down among us out of strange places, and walk visible under the sun.'"
--J.R.R Tolkien
The Lord of the Rings
The Two Towers
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Yojhi Yamamoto
I've been looking looking at his website here. Very interesting work, I think.
WRITE! --
In the south
Warm, dark, night perspires,
And vermin holes creep deep into the ivy.
In the north the cold roots burrow deep into the snow.
Something is signaling the birth of trees,
In the way you can still travel
When sitting.
Small, muffled sounds signal your presence to me,
Like animals talking.
The stars are drunken,
And soft with love.
--
Something about night
And the autumn, Makes my blood return to its home.
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Those drawings, those things,
On ancient walls, in cafes.
I am trembling.
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