eg welmi, linces apo bhers ghreibenti
I walk, lines of fortune clinging
me bhrater, eg spenmi
my brother, I ponder
kos bherom, skerom eueom
his fortune, circle voids
skerom me, me sweghs
circle me, my sorrow
eg ghreibmi
I cling
bhrater ne sagt me
brother not forsake me
eg ne sagm bhrater
I not forsake brother
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Tell me a little bit more now about the IE features of this composition. Is "lines of fortune" a kenning? Fix spelling of "fotune" in line one? I like the antimetabole in the last two lines: brother, forsake, forsake, brother.
ReplyDeleteLines of fortune symbolize hands. There was no IE root for hands so I thought about the lines on our hands and how people tell fortunes from them. Then I thought of the Savior and how he had holes in his hands and what kind of fortune that would entail. I love this poem. It's very special to me.
ReplyDeleteWow, I did not see the hands or holes until you told me. That changes the whole way I see the text.
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