Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Runes





*Futhark*
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I know that I hung on a windy tree
nine long nights,
wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,
myself to myself,
on that tree of which no man knows
from where its roots run.
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No bread did they give me nor a drink from a horn,
downwards I peered;
I took up the runes, screaming I took them,
then I fell back from there.
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Sayings of the High One, Poetic Edda, trans. Larrington

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