I hid
my lord’s story
in the darkness of the earth
siþþan geara iu – hrusan heolstre biwrah
You said
Where the horse gone? Where the rider?
I hid my face, my lord long gone voyaging
Where the giver of treasure?
Gone deep and dark, places
where – for people like us –
some permanence rests.
-martin burns

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4 Responses to wander

  1. Martin, I love this. Is this “The Wanderer” you mentioned in my comments? If so, I need to read it.

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