Category: Ragnarök
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29.03: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.17
Ragnarök: Found in the Weavers c. 17 Found poetry from ‘The Elder or Poetica Edda now safe I am backin service to my silenceand soft … Suttung svikvinn …speeches whispering roadsthat made room for passingthrough rock… Suttung svikvinn … and I worked doubtinto pay back, intotrue heart’s earthly…
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23.03: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
The Weavers c. 16 — found poetry from ‘The Elder or Poetica Edda Her joy.He — liking her love.The night to win is won. Frá rifi til dráttar He came watching—waking,burning torches, and yetmorning found her mindshrewd as day. Frá rifi til dráttar She—a bell like thunder,and a chorus of the deadsay nought for thosedrowned…
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21.03: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: Found in ‘The Elder or Poetica Edda’ Weavers c. 15 The Words Fell Apart I found sunlight sleepingin the body and soul of me. Við féllum í sundur. Fairest.Fullest..She speaks in soft words. Við féllum í sundur. Plainly.Playing.This I once felt — such was the secret I knew. This is the continuation of the…
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12.03: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: Found in The Weavers c.14 Sliding on Ice slide through the dayas if on ice,on a slick bya flaring flame of sun, En á ísi skrípa be thee a rootless tree,a waxing wave,a brittle billow,a rooting boar, En á ísi skrípa be thee a broken blade,the whim of a child,the first own fruit,I am…
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4.03: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
The Weavers c. 13 I ween myselffrom death. From its fair and fame,From its winking of an eye. Vid eld skal öl drekka. Haply, I am its fooland most faithless friend. Thou ask of runes—but silence is surely better when deadby the fire, we, drinking beer. Vid eld skal öl drekka. This is the continuation…
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25.2: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Who is more blest …the living, the lifeless,the crow by the door,the hearth, the fire,or the lame horse. Deyr fé—Deyja fændr.Who will prevail. Who is more blest …the son come too soon,stones below water,a ship at berth,or icy winter’s breath. Deyr fé—Deyja fændr.Who will prevail. Who is more blestthan he of none. This is the…
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31 Jan: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: Found in The Weavers c.11 He sleepsLike an eagle swoopingAnd wakes with wolvesAfter prey. Riki sitt rikiHis kingdom his Sparks from sparks.Secret from silence. Löst at lifaLost to Life And a thousand knowWho rises wiseIs wise , swoopingOver old oceans This is the continuation of the series of Found Poetry sourced from Ragnarök, The…
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23 Jan: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.10
Ragnarök: Found in The Weavers c.10 And of this I know Ár skal misseriA year shall pass He lives free and boldand fiercer than fire Perches on a hill,and on the sixth day Ár skal rísaYear shall rise He measures a half loafagainst sand and sea but he waxed too wiseand never knew happiness Ár…
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21 Jan: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
The Weavers c.9 And of this I know.He is life and Was meant for a friend Last,Longest, butTo be fair, FatesGave he and gave he again Litilla sanda To friendsBestowed laughter for laughterBy this friend, he hadBefriended foe Litilla sanda kömer The Weavers spokeTo bearBewareThe snare of laughter Young, you were once,BewilderedWho gave and gave…
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13 Jan: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.8
Straight be their road and short,Whose heartsLean into one They ask, nor answer nought. Ërusk gægnhőllir About this better cravingThis bleeding heartThis unsure knowingThis table round as it is long. Ërusk gægnhőllir Yet loveBe their reward, and Straight be their roads and short. This is the continuation of the series of Found Poetry sourced from…
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