Andare, Partire, Tornare

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Norsewoman

I put in Welsh triads a few entries ago, but now I'm feeling Norse (Norse-ish?) So here are some lines from the poem Hávamál, the Sayings of the High One, which you can find here .

My, I've been prolific with this diary recently, haven't I?

Wood must be hewed in the wind,
row out to sea in good weather,
talk with maidens in the dark,
many are the eyes of the day.
A ship must be used for a swift journey
and a shield for protection,
a sword for a blow
and a maiden for kisses

I advise you, Loddfafnir,
to take advice;
you would benefit, it you took it,
good will come to you, if you accept it:
know this, if you have a friend
whom you trust well,
go to visit him often,
for the path which no-one treads
grows with underbrush
and high grass.

I know that I hung
upon a windy tree
for nine whole nights,
wounded with a spear
and given to Othinn,
myself to myself for me;
on that tree
I knew nothing
of what kind of roots it came from.

2:49 p.m. - 2002-01-04

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