Tolkien König Arthurs Untergang
1. Auflage 2015
ISBN: 978-3-608-10793-7
Verlag: Klett-Cotta
Format: EPUB
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E-Book, Deutsch, 287 Seiten
ISBN: 978-3-608-10793-7
Verlag: Klett-Cotta
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark
J.R.R. Tolkien wurde am 3. Januar 1892 geboren. Er gilt als einer der angesehensten Philologen weltweit, vor allem ist er jedoch als Schöpfer von Mittelerde und Autor des legendären Der Herr der Ringe bekannt. Seine Bücher wurden in mehr als 80 Sprachen übersetzt und haben sich weltweit millionenfach verkauft. Ihm wurde ein Orden des Britischen Empire (CBE) und die Ehrendoktorwürde der Universität Oxford verliehen. Er starb 1973 im Alter von 81 Jahren.
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How Arthur and Gawain went to war and rode into the East.
Arthur eastward in arms purposed |
his war to wage on the wild marches, |
over seas sailing to Saxon lands, |
from the Roman realm ruin defending. |
Thus the tides of time to turn backward |
and the heathen to humble, his hope urged him, |
that with harrying ships they should hunt no more |
on the shining shores and shallow waters |
of South Britain, booty seeking. |
As when the earth dwindles in autumn days |
and soon to its setting the sun is waning |
under mournful mist, then a man will lust |
for work and wandering, while yet warm floweth |
blood sun-kindled, so burned his soul |
after long glory for a last assay |
of pride and prowess, to the proof setting |
will unyielding in war with fate. |
So fate fell-woven forward drave him, |
and with malice Mordred his mind hardened, |
saying that war was wisdom and waiting folly. |
›Let their fanes be felled and their fast places |
bare and broken, burned their havens, |
and isles immune from march of arms |
or Roman reign now reek to heaven |
in fires of vengeance! Fell thy hand is, |
fortune follows thee – fare and conquer! |
And Britain the blessed, thy broad kingdom, |
I will hold unharmed till thy home-coming. |
Faithful hast thou found me. But what foe dareth |
war here to wake or the walls assail |
of this island-realm while Arthur liveth, |
if the Eastern wolf in his own forest |
at last embayed must for life battle?‹ |
So Mordred spake, and men praised him, |
Gawain guessed not guile or treason |
in this bold counsel; he was for battle eager, |
in idle ease the evil seeing |
that had rent asunder the Round Table. |
Thus Arthur in arms eastward journeyed, |
and war awoke in the wild regions. |
Halls and temples of the heathen kings |
his might assailed marching in conquest |
from the mouths of the Rhine o’er many kingdoms. |
Lancelot he missed; Lionel and Ector, |
Bors and Blamore to battle came not; |
yet mighty lords remained by him: |
Bediver and Baldwin, Brian of Ireland, |
Marrac and Meneduc from their mountain-towers; |
Errac, and Iwain of Urien’s line |
that was king in Reged; Cedivor the strong |
and the queen’s kinsman Cador the hasty. |
Greatest was Gawain, whose glory waxed |
as times darkened, true and dauntless, |
among knights peerless ever anew proven, |
defence and fortress of a falling world. |
As in last sortie from leaguered city |
so Gawain led them. As a glad trumpet |
his voice was ringing in the van of Arthur; |
as a burning brand his blade wielded |
before the foremost flashed as lightning. |
Foes before them, flames behind them, |
ever east and onward eager rode they, |
and folk fled them as the face of God, |
till earth was empty, and no eyes saw them, |
and no ears heard them in the endless hills, |
save bird and beast baleful haunting |
the lonely lands. Thus at last came they |
to Mirkwood’s margin under mountain-shadows: |
waste was behind them, walls before them; |
on the houseless hills ever higher mounting |
vast, unvanquished, lay the veiled forest. |
Dark and dreary were the deep valleys, |
where limbs gigantic of lowering trees |
in endless aisles were arched o’er rivers |
flowing down afar from fells of ice. |
Among ruinous rocks ravens croaking |
eagles answered in the air wheeling; |
wolves were howling on the wood’s border. |
Cold blew the wind, keen and wintry, |
in rising wrath from the rolling forest |
among roaring leaves. Rain came darkly, |
and the sun was swallowed in sudden tempest. |
The endless East in anger woke, |
and black thunder born in dungeons |
under mountains of menace moved above them. |
Halting doubtful there on high saw... |