It's Still Life

And this I also know.

The one called Mother is richer
Than wealth, tho’ hers
Is a burden of worded sword.

Ósnjall mapr hyggsk munu æy lifá

Too deep they are. Deeper
Than the wits she keeps
Watch o’er flame. She who

Is called Bairn’s-Strife,
She who suffers a daily death –
For her bairn drinks in Ever-Live.

það gefur honum ekkert frélsi,
aldurinn gefur honum frelsi frá skapi

And Mother is of wits and well,
Weens songs from a smile
And sits midst a circle of wise

Weavers, birds of mindfulness
Who carry an untried world.

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This is the continuation of the series of Found Poetry sourced from Ragnarök, The Elder or Poetica Edda, Commonly known as Sæmund’s Edda, a study of Teutonic Mythology and the elemental powers in chaos, Translation Series Vol. II, .st. 42-46 pg 64-68, released under the terms of CCO 1.0, Universal Public Domain. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Images and poetry ©️Misky 2006-2024.