John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

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

John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
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an English writer, poet, philologist, and university professor, best known as the author of the classic high fantasy works The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and The Silmarillion.

Tolkien was Rawlinson and Bosworth Professor of Anglo-Saxon at Oxford University from 1925 to 1945 and Merton Professor of English Language and Literature there from 1945 to 1959. He was a close friend of C. S. Lewis—they were both members of the informal literary discussion group known as the Inklings. Tolkien was appointed a Commander of the Order of the British Empire by Queen Elizabeth II on 28 March 1972.

After his death, Tolkien's son Christopher published a series of works based on his ... more »

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  • Rookie - 115 Points Sharona Jesudasan (3/29/2015 10:31:00 AM)

    Sir JRR Tolkien always inspires me...! 1

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

    a good writer, a good man, positively brilliant

  • Rookie Sara S (1/22/2010 1:08:00 PM)

    very, very good writer and poet!

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

    Mr L.R wants to be his freind

  • Rookie Mo. (11/9/2007 10:24:00 AM)

    An expressional poet,
    Easy to understand

  • Rookie 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.

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Best Poem of John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

I Sit And Think

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people ...

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