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16 October 2009 @ 08:13 pm
 
I wrote a poem for a class recently about Lewis (and Tolkien) and I thought maybe people here would be interested. I also wanted to ask if anyone's read this New Yorker article about Lewis? It's from a few years back but I still remember it. It had quite a sting. I was wondering what other people's thoughts on it were.


Inklings

Jack was a boy with a wagon,
a toy garden, a gray suit;
Jack was a rotund chimney stack with a world
and a world of listeners.

They followed him in pushing walls,
fingers crossed for secret doors,
weak spots in the structure,
ready to sing the whole thing down
like Jericho. They thumped on hard rocks
doggedly, for that hollow ring.
They watched as snow fell, silent,
sifting whiteness in their minds.

Ronald was a sapling oak, with quills
and made-up words.
Ronald roamed in ancient times
barrovian, barbaric.

In Ronald's land, great leitmotifs
of history met and lived.
Calligraphies were symphonies
were mirrors of the truth.
Branches off of branches,
leaves born anew each spring.
Infinite regressions
of Creation.

Jack and Ronald walked in woods,
mythologizing trails.
In classrooms, they boom-hroomed
their dragon-breathing scholarship,
their aurora-skimming joy.
Cataloging ages, wings,
lanterns, caverns, echoes,
pale skies, horizons endless.

At world's end, a little boat
parts lily pads and waits.
A fiery-haired immortal roams,
and sings grief to the sea.
Gulls cry and stones crack.
Further up, and further in!
And rising with
the new
dawn --
swallow, clench, dream.
 
 
 
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Ali M.: misc / caught in a treeequustel on October 17th, 2009 07:59 am (UTC)
Your poem is fantastic! I especially love the second stanza, as it captures exactly how I felt about Narnia when I was really young. And the ending - perfect.

As for the article, I agree with the above poster that it's completely useless.
dreamflower02dreamflower02 on October 17th, 2009 01:44 pm (UTC)
That's a beautiful poem! A fitting tribute to the two friends. One of my favorite books is a dual biography of both of them. Have you read Tolkien and C.S.Lewis: The Gift of Friendship?

I think I will save this to memories.
Her Eminence the Very Viscountessbreathingbooks on October 20th, 2009 07:21 pm (UTC)
Your poem has some gorgeous lines. :)

Says the article:

- When CSL was emotionally upset and thus vulnerable to intellectual rubbish like religion, there was that... Catholic Tolkien, waiting to pounce.
- CSL was really upset when his wife died, and it was this that thankfully brought him closer to the clear air of atheism.

Yeah.