This is so beautiful, Mechling! The screen-caps are beyond beautiful. Film Frodo is beyond beautiful. I am smitten all over again. I really became quite nostalgic looking at the images. It is a strange and wonderful feeling indeed. A trip down Memory Lane with all the related emotions washing over me. I shall spoil myself with another view of the EE FOTR as soon as may be.
I hope you don’t mind if I swoon a little.
So through the eyes love attains the heart: For the eyes are the scouts of the heart, And the eyes go reconnoitring For what it would please the heart to possess. And when they are in full accord And firm, all three, in one resolve, At that time, perfect love is born From what the eyes have made welcome to the heart. Not otherwise can love either be born or have commencement Than by this birth and commencement moved by inclination.
By the grace and by command Of these three, and from their pleasure, Love is born, who its fair hope Goes comforting her friends. For as all true lovers Know, love is perfect kindness, Which is born - there is no doubt - from the heart and eyes. The eyes make it blossom; the heart matures it: Love, which is the fruit of their very seed.
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Date: 2007-02-11 01:11 pm (UTC)I hope you don’t mind if I swoon a little.
So through the eyes love attains the heart:
For the eyes are the scouts of the heart,
And the eyes go reconnoitring
For what it would please the heart to possess.
And when they are in full accord
And firm, all three, in one resolve,
At that time, perfect love is born
From what the eyes have made welcome to the heart.
Not otherwise can love either be born or have commencement
Than by this birth and commencement moved by inclination.
By the grace and by command
Of these three, and from their pleasure,
Love is born, who its fair hope
Goes comforting her friends.
For as all true lovers
Know, love is perfect kindness,
Which is born - there is no doubt - from the heart and eyes.
The eyes make it blossom; the heart matures it:
Love, which is the fruit of their very seed.
- Guiraut de Borneilh (c. 1138-1200?)