笔记｜中洲节气贴(14)

— 「The Letters of J. R. R. Tolkien」, No. 94
大雪

Alas! Kortirion, Queen of Elms, alas!
This season best befits your ancient town
With echoing voices sad that slowly pass,
Winding with waning music faintly down
The paths of stranded mist. O fading time,
When morning rises late all hoar with rime,
And early shadows veil the distant woods!
Unseen the Elves go by, their shining hair
They cloak in twilight under secret hoods
Of grey, their dusk-blue mantles gird with bands
Of frosted starlight sewn by silver hands.
—J. R. R. Tolkien, 「The Trees of Kortirion」
冬至

When winter first begins to bite
And stones crack in the frosty night,
When pools are black and trees are bare,
’tis evil in the Wild to fare
—J. R. R. Tolkien, 「The Lord of the Rings」