Wyrd

Wyrd

A Poem by Francesco Vitellini

«Wyrd bið ful aræd»

(The Wanderer, VI sec.)

 

In freezing ice-caves,

plunged into spirals of eternal mists,

they don’t consider, nor do they ask,

those who weave.

Yet, there still is the choice,

everlasting struggle for subsistence,

what I am leads to what I’ll be

and what I’ll be draws what I am.

 

The wheel turns with every step,

yarn of ethereal thickness,

every turn is spooled

suffering cold and fair ordeal.

 

When one enwines with many

-no longer blind and deaf �" advancing

in the relentless deathly journey

towards the supreme ring giver.

Brethren come back on their shields

from the desperate chevauchee,

always weaklings, cravens maybe,

but surely clouded in lustshrouds.

© 2012 Francesco Vitellini


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'What I am leads to what I'll be
And what I'll be draws what I am."

I must say that it pure genius. Love The Wanderer quote by the way. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Francesco Vitellini

11 Years Ago

Thanks for reading it, Eile ;)

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Francesco Vitellini
Francesco Vitellini

Milano, Italy



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