Once, many years ago, a gifted poet
Placed into the mouths of simple folk
A happy verse in praise of “Water Hot,”
Rejoicing in the pleasure of a bath.
And I, from time to time, have felt the same.
But “pleasant heat” is only felt by contrast,
So when I must step out from the steam
Into the drier air beyond the tub,
The sudden chill—evaporation’s gift—
Is always such a shock that I forget
The pleasure of the warm humidity.
The idea for this verse-paragraph came to me last week. For some reason the few fragments I could remember of The Bath Song from The Fellowship of the Ring came to mind. I had intended to add more to this, but found my only thoughts going in directions that didn’t fit with the above, so I decided to let it stand. But perhaps a poem prompted by another hobbit-song will be forthcoming; we’ll see.
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