Half-eyed, I see
even bright day
dimmed to thin dusk.
Time and tides
wind my life
around and around
the paths of fire,
the screen of rain.
I walk through water-splotches,
stumble over red rocks
under blue-sky glimmer.
Here is the Great Sea.
That much earth-craft I know.
Huge gray rocks jut from the Sea.
Morning mist pours over them.
A lone horse walks slowly
across the sands, toward me.
Years of fire unreeled
a wide slue of stars,
heavenly whorl I watched,
soon grew to worship...
In all weather I wait in wonder.
I hung forward
from the Great Ash Tree
from day-red to night-black.
I know the holy beginning-work.
The Great Ash Tree is a huge spear
driven through the hearts
of the three worlds.
I grabbed the runes myself.
Two ravens warn me daily,
my World's midnight will be
the work of fire and rain,
This is Wyrd, it cannot be stopped.
The runes only whisper.
How can that half-speech help?
How can I swell it to whole speech?
Beast against God,
each is doomed in strife.
All strength spent
Only love is left below
to build the worlds again.
Earthlings,
man and woman,
lift the fire from within.
Your stupendous poem inspired me to peek a little further further in Wikipedia. How beautifully apt to pen a poem about Odin who is associated, among many other things such as battle, death, the runic alphabet, and interestingly the gallows, with 'poetry'. I can picture this one eyed, long bearded god with his cloak and broad hat manifesting alive in your poem. I got so caught up reading different interpretations in Wikipedia and became lost with the fascinating myriad of myth surrounding Odin. I returned to your poem and just decided to go with the magical feeling your poem gave me without trying to be intellectual (which I'm not) with my comment. Fascinating and beautifully penned.
Beautiful. You have captured and portrayed odin very well. This poem mesmerizes me. Thank you for sharing! ES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gigantic - that is the impression from your poem and Wagner's farewell and Loge's call. Music is playing in my head also very often. But only once it was playing at gigantic speed as by itslef, usually it plays as the memory of records I've heard.