Wulf and Eadwacer

Pariah 2010, mixed media drawing, Michele Marcoux
His being gone is a gift to my people.
They will destroy him if he comes near,
but I welcomed him.
Wulf is on one island, I on another.
The island is safe, surrounded by fens.
Angry warriors are on that island.
They will destroy him if he comes near,
but I welcomed him.
I wait despairing while my Wulf wanders.
When it rained, I sat and cried.
When the brave man hugged me,
I was happy, it was loathsome.
Wulf, my Wulf, waiting for you,
for your seldom coming has made me sick.
I’m not starving but my mind is hungry
Eadwacer, do you hear?   A wolf carries off
our wretched whelp to the woods.
What was never bound is easily broken:
our song together.


(Anonymous Woman ca. 960)
Trans.   WB and Elene Kolb

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