Tag: rune

One sometimes learns that one has been through Dunwich

When a traveller in north central Massachusetts takes the wrong fork at the junction of Aylesbury pike just beyond Dean’s Corners he comes upon a lonely and curious country. The ground gets higher, and the brier-bordered stone walls press closer and closer against the ruts of the dusty, curving road. The trees of the frequent […]

New Blood IX

Another New Blood post to share the latest creations.

À la Lune

The moon pours to the heart its white intimacy Of a vaporous dream where passes a beauty, And in the hollow paths where the freshness exhales Adds to the puddles some opal-coloured pools. – Albert Lozeau – To the Moon –

Pulvis et umbra sumus

Pulvis et umbra sumus (We are but dust and shadow) – Horace – Book IV, ode VI, v. 16 –

She recited curses and spoke magic words

Circe, daughter of the Sun, recited curses and spoke magic words, worshipping unknown gods, with unknown incantations, by which she used to dim the face of the bright moon, and veil her father’s orb, with moisture-loving cloud. – Ovid (translation A.S. Kline) – Metamorphoses –

La couronne effeuillée II

J’irai, j’irai porter ma couronne effeuillée Au jardin de mon père où revit toute fleur ; J’y répandrai longtemps mon âme agenouillée : Mon père a des secrets pour vaincre la douleur. J’irai, j’irai lui dire, au moins avec mes larmes : “Regardez, j’ai souffert … ” il me regardera, Et sous mes jours changés, […]

La couronne effeuillée I

J’irai, j’irai porter ma couronne effeuillée Au jardin de mon père où revit toute fleur ; J’y répandrai longtemps mon âme agenouillée : Mon père a des secrets pour vaincre la douleur. J’irai, j’irai lui dire, au moins avec mes larmes : “Regardez, j’ai souffert … ” il me regardera, Et sous mes jours changés, […]

La poussière du jour et la cendre de l’heure

The dust of the hour and the ash of the day Fall down onto our hearts like a bitter rain, As in the fleeting day and ephemeral hour How much love and hope have they put into it! The dust of the day and the ash of the hour Contain our sighs, our wishes and our songs; Every […]

Petroglyphs

I greet the sun! Rising from the darkness, Rising in the day. From the Ginnungagap, Of Yggdrasil ash, In your light, the spire shall grow. In your darkness, the spire shall die. – Wardruna – Dagr –

Nornir

In Norse mythology, the Norns (plural “Nornir”) are female beings who rule the destiny of gods and men. They are comparable to the Moirai (also called “The Fates”) in Greek mythology. According to Snorri Sturluson’s interpretation of the Völuspá, the three most important norns are Urðr, Verðandi and Skuld. They come out from a hall standing at the Well of Urðr, the well of […]

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