Tag: The Elder or Poetica Edda
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2 Jan: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.7
Speak theeIn the Circle of Wise. Sér alla vesá Sér alla vesá No notesNo tidingsNor be of wit Know all that answersAre mute of words. We speak Sér alla vesá. Sér alla vesá. The Weavers Sit in the Circle of Wise. This is the continuation of the series of Found Poetry sourced from The Elder…
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20 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
And this I also know. The one called Mother is richerThan wealth, tho’ hersIs a burden of worded sword. Ósnjall mapr hyggsk munu æy lifá Too deep they are. DeeperThan the wits she keepsWatch 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…
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18 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: The Weavers c.4 And this I also know. Sá ës sæll ës sjálfir of ǎ ’tis ill this sword of faults.’tis a silent spine, too bold and dry-skinned. to wit men suffer a hasty tongue.to wit her Mother’s measure.to wit men feast of faults. Byrpi bẽtri berræt mápr braútu át, And this I also…
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16 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.3
And this I also know. At the end of heaven’s wingsComes wind.Over courtsAnd alters ofThe Weavers who This world hast hung. Væfprúbnir móbur bräutir már .Hung.from aWeave a story for time.Weave a home faredThee three of wise. We,Of life we come. We, Of secrets cast.Weavers in this andEvery world.Life-Cravers.Life-Givers. Væfprúbnir fjölp ek freistapak, Hidden in…
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14 Dec Found Poetry of Ragnarök
And of this I know. There is one called Wind-Cool.She winter’s sire,Fierce is its race, Loud sounding For measuring moons.Eldest in days. pä vas fyrst af mant And there is one called Rain’s Poison-drops.Answer well dread race ofAncient childrenWho from frost’s arm wasBorn. Thou of old.Thou of art.Thou of wind over waves,Moon’s devourer andTroll’s firstBreath.…
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10.12 Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: Found in the Weavers Of this I will know, the power of weavers,the wend of beings wise. Weavest of will. … himin hverfæ ferr menn And I will come from my roamingand wandering, speak riddle-reader. … hykk at illa geti kömr Magic weaver. Ancient sage.Who comes to me with a cold heart. Are they…
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09 Found Poetry of Ragnarök
And she, the seer, said … In a world of gods and elves,shall the thunder dwell,whose hall is thatchedwith silver and its seatcalled Gladened Well,and low the raftered roof,the benches so be strewnby a wolf and eaglehovering o’er the door. This is the continuation of the series of Found Poetry sourced from Ragnarök, The Elder…
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7.11 Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Aftermath: The New World (two Tankas 5.7.5.7.7) Peace was sent to greetthe sound rising out of sea.Raven’s thunder rolledup from serpents, while its reinsechoed full and loud. Behold the bright stars. Behold New Earth that’s rising.The sun’s daughter ridesnew sky’s roads into oldheaven’s hall and gold pieces. This is the continuation of the series of…
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17 June: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Poetic Form: Tanka 5.7.5.7.7 – st. 46-51 pg 141 Surtr – The Primordial Fire Who are these three maidsthey fly over homes of men.The Norn. They are Fate.Guardians over the seaWho wander a mothers’ path. But Surtr shall comewith his thirsty sword-of-flames.He is South, and comes.Is he to hold Thor’s hammerwhen Dark-Surtr’s sword is slaked.…
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10 June: Found in Ragnarök
Poetic Form: Tanka 5.7.5.7.7 – st. 42-46 pg 139 What tells of my fate.How every world of my Nineis salt and secret.Say what of Mist-Hel. She dwells,and lives cold with Dread-Winter. She’s of Fenrir-Wolfand Jörmungandr the Serpent.Misty worlds of dead.Daughter of Hel and Loki.Threatening, harsh, and cruel. This is the start of new series of…
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