Elwendagor
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The poem titled “Dear” Dear Dear wanderer, come into my temple Taste some gifts of the gods, do some ablutions Feel the sweet languor of oblivion On your lips And as the first snow falls Move on. Dear warrior, leave out your armor At the threshold of my love Say my name Drink caresses slowly, do not hurry up And commit a sin, in the person of me, With all women of yore you used to know. Dear boy, master of souls You have burned many butterflies with your fire But did they love you? As you blow your candle, you will touch a star You will wake up in my arms in the morning And you will no longer be a boy, you’ll be a man. Dear friend, I do not need your home I do not need your new day. I only need your nights, The body is calling but the soul does not want your sacrifice As you leave, say goodbye to me on the threshold And, with me, commit a sin in the person Of everyone you will know after me.
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As this lovely day of July 12, 2012 A.D., is coming to a close and twilight is creeping accompanied by a cicadas orchestra here in Middle-earth, I, a humble Elf girl by the name of Arien Amarthmetta-et-Wilvarin, am writing this message to you, dear Earthling, reader of Elwendagor. You will find as you turn this page, a collection of poems I have written after having loved a Mortal warrior man for eight years… without actually meeting him in your beautiful but at times such cruel reality. You will also find here some words in my native languages, Quenya and Sindarin. Worry not. Anastasia Duchevski has translated everything for you. Before I return to Valinor forever, I care to share with you some humble poetic tries and trials titled “Battle of the Hearts”. At the end of the day, we Elves do carry wings and swords, gentle hearts and sharp arrows, immortal souls and breakable bodies; you may find that this beautiful burden is quite heavy. Yet love is indeed a war, and all wars are bloody. Earth and Humans know that better than anyone else. So this is an intimate recital dedicated to a battle of two hearts so different… so pray allow me to share it with you. Hantale
About the Author
Anastasia Stratu was born in the USSR in 1980. She is a professional translator and speaker of 6 languages planning to learn 2 more. She holds a degree in International Business with French minor. Her fields of research are Folklore, History of Arts, History of Beliefs and Religious Ideas.