John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

(3 January 1892 – 2 September 1973 / Orange Free State)

Comments about John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

  • Frederick Kesner Frederick Kesner (3/12/2018 4:49:00 PM)

    Pity, how the world is barred from the main body of his poetical works. Perhaps the executors of his estate would finally step into the 21st century.

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  • Ian K (7/23/2017 1:08:00 PM)

    It's a pity there isn't a proper full anthology of Tolkien's poems as they are essential reading for all fans. I've managed to compile my own by trawling the internet and downloading them to docs on my tablet.

  • Madeleine Reed (3/15/2016 9:44:00 PM)

    J.R.R. Tolkien was, in my opinion, one of if not the most creative and inspirational writers and poets of all time. His work will never fail to sweep me off into another world. May he rest in peace.

  • Sharona Jesudasan Sharona Jesudasan (3/29/2015 10:31:00 AM)

    Sir JRR Tolkien always inspires me...! 1

  • Jack P Tollers (12/21/2011 12:44:00 PM)

    a good writer, a good man, positively brilliant

  • Sara S (1/22/2010 1:08:00 PM)

    very, very good writer and poet!

  • Adrian Rogers (2/27/2008 5:30:00 PM)

    Mr L.R wants to be his freind

  • Mo. (11/9/2007 10:24:00 AM)

    An expressional poet,
    Easy to understand

  • Matt Harvey (11/19/2005 2:25:00 PM)

    Tolkein is the ultimate driving force of the universe! Not only as a poet, but as a writer. No one shall ever rival him for awsomeness.
    The only other thing I want to say is that this site has only a very small sample of his poems, and there should be much more.

Best Poem of John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

Read the full of All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter

Tinuviel

The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

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