Look, I know you’ll get it. Yes, you. You’ll get it because you wrote Beowulf fan-fic too (about Wiglaf and also Scyld Scefing), and you translated Beowulf in college, and you have written about how the Old English poem The Wanderer and the folksong Wayfaring Stranger are doing the same Read more…
We’ve been writing this song for a long time. Often the solitary one finds grace for himself the mercy of the Lord, Although he, sorry-hearted, must for a long time row by long strokes along the waterways, along the ice-cold sea, tread the paths of exile. I’m just a poor Read more…
“They laid down the king they had dearly loved, their tall ring-giver, in the center of the ship, the mighty by the mast. Great treasure was there, bright gold and silver, gems from far lands.” –“The Funeral of Scyld Scefing,” from Beowulf, translated by Howell D. Chickering, Jr. “Once [the Read more…