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Poetic Arda  by Mirach

Ships of AlqualondŽ

The song of waters sounded clear and sweet
In light of Trees before its brightness dimmed
There white wood was with foaming sea-waves rimmed
The swiftest swan-ships in a mighty fleet
The sails were woven with a silver thread
As they sailed proudly through the storms and wind
Like graceful swans their prows were shaped, flanks winged
No better ship could sailor ever meet
Now white planks reddened with the Elven blood
In Swanhaven under the darkened sky
Where ships were taken together with lives
Then sky in Losgar reddened like rose bud
The fires rose on shores where the gulls cry
To AlqualondŽ only ash arrives


The 12th poem for NaPoWriMo, an italian sonnet

(#10 is in Slovak, #11 is a translation of Tolkien's poem to Slovak)





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