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"To myself I talk"

Happy Tolkien Reading Day!

In honor of this day, I offer my reading of one of my favorite poems by Tolkien, "The Sea-Bell" (also known as "Frodo's Dreme") from The Adventures of Tom Bombadil. W.H. Auden, a contemporary of Tolkien's and a great poet in his own right, said that this was Tolkien's best poem, and I certainly understand why. Download the reading here.

And, as a matter of fact, I do want these desperately. However did you guess?

My quote of the day is "The Sea-Bell" (Frodo's Dreme)." I find the final stanza to be especially haunting.

"The Sea-Bell (Frodo's Dreme)"
by J.R.R. Tolkien

I walked by the sea, and there came to me,
as a star-beam on the wet sand,
a white shell like a sea-bell;
trembling it lay in my wet hand.
In my fingers shaken I heard waken
a ding within, by a harbour bar
a buoy swinging, a call ringing
over endless seas, faint now and far.

Then I saw a boat silently float
On the night-tide, empty and grey.
‘It is later than late! Why do we wait?'
I lept in and cried: ‘Bear me away!'

It bore me away, wetted with spray,
wrapped in a mist, wound in a sleep,
to a forgotten strand in a strange land.
In the twilight beyond the deep
I heard a sea-bell swing in the swell,
dinging, dinging, and the breakers roar
on the hidden teeth of a perilous reef;
and at last I came to a long shore.
White it glimmered, and the sea simmered
with star-mirrors in a silver net;
cliffs of stone pale as ruel-bone
in the moon-foam were gleaming wet.
Glittering sand slid through my hand,
Dust of pearl and jewel-grist,
Trumpets of opal, roses of coral,
Flutes of green and amethyst.
But under cliff-eaves there were glooming caves,
weed-curtained, dark and grey'
a cold air stirred in my hair,
and the light waned, as I hurried away.

Down from a hill ran a green rill;
its water I drank to my heart's ease.
Up its fountain-stair to a country fair
of ever-eve I came, far from the seas,
dclimbing into meadows of fluttering shadows;
flowers lay there like fallen stars,
and on a blue pool, glassy and cool,
like floating moons the nenuphars.
Alders were sleeping, and willows weeping
by a slow river of rippling weeds;
gladdon-swords guarded the fords,
and green spears, and arrow-reeds.

There was echo of song all the evening long
down in the valley, many a thing
running to and fro: hares white as snow,
voles out of holes; moths on the wing
with lantern-eyes; in quiet surpise
brocks were staring out of dard doors.
I heard dancing there, music in the air,
feet going quick on the green floors.
But wherever I came it was ever the same:
the feet fled, and all was still;
never a greeting, only the fleeting
pipes, voices, horns on the hill.

Of river-leaves and the rush-sheaves
I made me a mantle of jewel-green,
a tall wand to hold, and a flag of gold;
my eyes shone like the star-sheen.
With flowers crowned I stood on a mound,
and shrill as a call at cock-crow?
Why do none speak, wherever I go?
Here now I stand, king of this land,
with gladdon-sword and reed-mace.
Answer my call! Come forth all!
Speak to me words! Show me a face!'

Black came a cloud as a night-shroud.
Like a dark mole groping I went,
to the ground falling, on my hands crawling
with eyes blind and my back bent.
I crept to a wood: silent it stood
in its dead leaves; bare were its boughs.
There must I sit, wandering in wit,
while owls snored in their hollow house.
For a year and day there must I stay:
beetles were tapping in the rotten trees,
spiders were weaving, in the mould heaving
puffballs loomed about my knees.

At last there came light in my long night,
and I saw my hair hanging grey.
‘Bent though I be, I must find the sea!
I have lost myself, ,and I know not the way,
but let me be gone!' Then I stumbled on;
like a hunting bat shadow was over me;
in my ears dinned a withering wind,
and with ragged briars I tried to cover me.
My hands were torn and my knees worn,
and years were heavy upon my back,
when the rain in my face took a salt taste,
and I smelled the smell of sea-wrack.

Birds came sailing, mewing, wailing;
I heard voices in cold caves,
seals barking, and rocks snarling,
and in spout-holes the gulping of waves.
Winter came fast; into a mist I passed,
to land's end my years I bore;
Snow was in the air, ice in my hair,
darkness was lying on the last shore.

There still afloat waited the boat,
in the tide lifting, its prow tossing.
Wearily I lay, as it bore me away,
the waves climbing, the seas crossing,
passing old hulls clustered with gulls
and great ships laden with light,
coming to haven, dark as a raven,
silent as snow, deep in the night.

Houses were shuttered, wind round them muttered,
roads were empty. I sat by a door,
and where drizzling rain poured down a drain
I cast away all that I bore:
in my clutching hand some grains of sand,
And a sea-shell silent and dead.
Never will my ear that bell hear,
never my feet that shore tread,
never again, as in sad lane,
in blind alley and in long street
ragged I walk. To myself I talk;
For still they speak not, men that I meet.



( 15 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 25th, 2008 01:04 pm (UTC)
Oh, my, that is beautiful.
Mar. 26th, 2008 03:30 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you like it, too!
Mar. 25th, 2008 03:03 pm (UTC)
Squee! Your reading voice is so awesome!
Mar. 26th, 2008 03:31 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you so much! :) That makes my day.
Mar. 25th, 2008 03:35 pm (UTC)
I love that poem! And the socks are adorable.
Mar. 26th, 2008 03:31 pm (UTC)
I'm so glad you like it, too! Aren't the socks fantastic?
Mar. 25th, 2008 03:40 pm (UTC)
Shouldn't there be a monthly TRD?
Mar. 26th, 2008 03:31 pm (UTC)
Now that's an inspired idea!
Mar. 25th, 2008 04:08 pm (UTC)
One of my personal favorites is the Man in the Moon Stayed Up Too Late :P I liked the incorporation and expansion of the old nursery rhyme :) Do you happen to have any insight into it? As in was Tolkien expanding on it or was there a former larger version that has over the years shortened?
Mar. 26th, 2008 03:35 pm (UTC)
That's a great one! The Hobbitons did a great musical adaptation of that poem. (Their website seems to be down at the moment, but I hope it's back soon.) I seem to recall reading that Tolkien intentionally worked in the reference to the familiar nursery rhyme to give the poem an added sense of history, but I can't remember where I read that. I'll do some investigating!
Mar. 25th, 2008 08:44 pm (UTC)
I love that poem. I memorized it in high school and can still repeat most of it, though I tend to get lost in stanza 5 and have to pick it up in stanza 7. It's haunting.
Mar. 26th, 2008 03:32 pm (UTC)
That's fabulous. We're definitely on the same wavelength! "Haunting" is the perfect word for it.
Mar. 26th, 2008 09:41 am (UTC)
That's lovely and your reading really gives it a life it can't have lying on the page or the screen. Thank you. I had to look up ruel-bone but that led me to the Dictionary of Obsolete and Provincial English, which seems like a fine thing in itself.
Mar. 26th, 2008 03:33 pm (UTC)
That's a fabulous site - thanks for the link! And thanks also for the kind words about my reading. I really appreciate it.
Apr. 1st, 2008 09:16 am (UTC)
When I was about 14 I borrowed a cassette crom my local library called Songs and Poems of Middle Earth. It was Tolkien reading or singing most of the Adventures of Tom Bombadil and other songs from Lord of the Rings. I borrowed that tape so many times I almost wore it out and I could recite many of the poems. I still hear his intonation, humour and emotion in my head when I read the words now. Thanks for posting this. Its seriously worth any Tolkien fan's time to try to chase up that recording. Standouts included his reading of The Mewlips, The Adventures of Tom Bombadil, The sea bell and The man in the moon came down to soon. There was a professional singer (William Elvin) with piano accompaniment (Donald Swann) singing many other of Tolkien's song as well like Treebeard's song and the road goes ever on.
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