Say the word gloaming aloud to yourself. Does it not have such a lovely sound? What does it make you think of? It reminds me of something like to dusk and twilight but…gloamier. Not as dark as dusk---perhaps not even as dark as twilight. That lovely, velvety time of evening when it is dark but … Continue reading On “Gloaming”
Tag: Anglo-Saxon
Beowulf: Seamus Heaney vs. J.R.R. Tolkien
Beowulf was my first major introduction to original myth.1 The translation I read was a bilingual edition by Seamus Heaney which I had purchased at the gift shop in the British Library in London, England. Some years later I also read J.R.R. Tolkien’s translation. I now lay before you, briefly, my reflections on the two … Continue reading Beowulf: Seamus Heaney vs. J.R.R. Tolkien
A Love Story, or The Birth of My Perpetual Obsession with Language
I was but sixteen when I stepped into a virtual classroom headed by a tutor with more enthusiasm and vigor than my primarily-introverted self thought possible. I had been given a book in a language I knew not and a language which, had I paused to consider, would not have been my first choice to … Continue reading A Love Story, or The Birth of My Perpetual Obsession with Language
