This poem is based on J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings. Together with C.S. Lewis, they are my favorite writers ever.
On a deeper layer, this poem represents the encounter with the infinite wisdom of Christ, when our eyes are opened and we are able to see his majesty and enjoy his delights in an ever increasing, everlasting way. I hope you enjoy it.
Rivendell
A torrent overflows -the knowledge of the ages-,
An incessant rain of wisdom sublime;
It runs through eternal vale and forest
Making triviality drown and die.
Ephemeral thoughts have no part
In contemplation of the mountains high;
Lore dwells forever in the heart whose eyes
Behold the glory of the Imladris land.
In the multitude of pine trees deeply rooted
The abundance of knowledge is reflected,
Its complex ways are seen connected
By winding paths and watchful bridges.
And beheld from above the landscape renders
A perfect pattern, cunningly interwoven,
Retold and described in voices ancient
By the inland murmur of the water flowing.
In the valley of Rivendell immemorial
No empty sound or sight ever rises;
The bird that sings, the wind that howls
Have meanings deep and wonderful.
The flowers speak of secrets priceless,
About hidden treasures of old,
Which only years of contemplation
Will lead the mortal to unfold.
Whoever gathered all this wisdom
In book, or parchment or scroll?
Perhaps it’s meant to flow forever
And be ever rising like the dawn.
And when the roamer, unaware,
Is stunned, amazed by its glow,
Great joy is born, a new beginning,
That heart has found an endless trove.
2009 Erica Yanina Luján
