Mechtild (mechtild) wrote,
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Sammath Naur Pt. 10: ‘Reach!’, plus jan-u-wine’s “And I Don’t Mean To”.

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Warning:~Some gory images, although I refrained from posting the really clinical shots of Frodo’s maimed hand.


I don’t think this entry requires any discussion from me. The power of the images, and the film scene they recall, are enough to shake the soul of any Frodo devotee.

Jan-u-wine’s lyric narrative, And I Don’t Mean To, is written from Sam’s point of view. Since my screencapping project has been so focussed on Frodo, I haven't really given Sam his due as a character, in terms of featuring him in frames. Jan’s poem will, I hope, help serve as a corrective.



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Book scene:~*Mount Doom, cont'd.


‘Your poor hand!’ he said. ‘And I have nothing to bind it with, to comfort it. I would have spared him a whole hand of mine rather. But he’s gone now beyond recall, gone for ever.’

‘Yes,’ said Frodo. ‘But do you remember Gandalf’s words: Even Gollum may have something yet to do? But for him, Sam, I could not have destroyed the Ring. The Quest would have been in vain, even at the bitter end. So let us forgive him! For the Quest is achieved, and now all is over. I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.’


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Sam: Reach...!







































































































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And I Don’t Mean To

~ by jan-u-wine



don't you lose him, Samwise Gamgee……..

don't....

lose him…...

and I don't mean to,
but see now I have,

I will...

Every step was a loss,
wasn't it,

every step,
and me not seeing until too late.

Not that there was aught for me to do.....
naught but follow as I have since I were a lad....

And yestereve....

yestereve,
when dark found us,

pressed
to unforgiving stone,

yestereve,
I counted each breath,

counted them
as they thinned and grew sparse.

And I drew the rough cloak about us,
knowing with certainty the smell,
the feeling which runs from you,

runs and drifts
like a cry cut in twain by the wind:

Death.

A world away, under skies of silver'd onyx,
(a lifetime gone by)
you named the stars for me,
fixed them

to their fiery places with Elvish music.

There is a star, now,
cutting clear and defiant between fire clouds....

Even here,
do you see,

even here,
even now,

the stars are still there....

That which touches us,
that which takes you...

It cannot climb that high....

Do you see?

On the morrow,
we do not speak of the star,

nor
anything else.

There is naught to speak of,
naught but these last moments,

and I would have them,

aye,

I will have
even these moments,

when I see,
already
you have gone where I cannot
follow,

that it is merely
stubborn will and not mind which keeps you
to your path.

I would have them,
have them all,

(and your feet and some last reserve of strength take you from me,
running straight and swift as ever you did at Home.....)

keep them within me,

(and you have come to it, at last, haven't you, and, oh, Master, I see your doubt,
your fear……

your desire......)

keep them safe,

(and a gentle heart gives over, finally,
and lips twist and sneer and a hand, unaccountably strong, takes what It will,

good

and evil
vanishing together in my muddied vision)

keep them....

(and yellow teeth close and tear and you roll and scream madness and blood and hate in impossible crimson heat)

these moments....

(and he is gone, his torment ended, but not yours, oh, still not yours, and your eyes ask me to let you go, and your fingers slip away from mine, and It floats like an evil promise upon Its bed of fire)...

keep......

(and I put all of Home in my gaze: the sweet-sharp green of Spring, the common bitter-brown of Gaffer's brew, the small sigh of a little river running hard by an orphan lad's window....

and a hand reaches, holds to mine, blood-slick yet sure, and a mind wrenches away from gold, dying there in the chasm below, and a heart chooses.....)

you, safe.

I did not lose you,

here,
at the end of all things.





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Entries in this series:


~ Sammath Naur Intro: "Why I fell for Frodo” ~ Main essay for series (this essay is friends locked).

~ Sammath Naur 1: ‘I’m here, Sam.’

~ Sammath Naur 2: ‘Throw It in the fire!’

~ Sammath Naur 3: ‘Just let It go!’, plus three poems by jan-u-wine.

~ Sammath Naur 4: ‘The Ring is mine’, plus jan-u-wine’s “That Which Is My Own”.

~ Sammath Naur 5: Gollum Bites, plus jan-u-wine’s “Frodo’s Remembrance of Gollum”.

~ Sammath Naur 6: Gollum Falls, plus essay on Gollum’s oath.

~ Sammath Naur 7: ‘Give Me Your Hand’, plus jan-u-wine’s “Within the Chamber”.

~ Sammath Naur 8: ‘Take my hand’, plus jan-u-wine’s “The Claiming".

~ Sammath Naur 9: ‘Don't you let go’, plus jan-u-wine’s “In the Garden of the Mind".

~ Sammath Naur 10: ‘Reach’, plus jan-u-wine’s “And I Don’t Mean To".



Other Tables of Links:


~ Entries with jan-u-wine's poems.

~ Frodo & Elijah Wood screencap entries



~ Mechtild

Tags: frodo screencaps, jan-u-wine, return of the king
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