"Riddle 2
I move at times beyond mortal ken:
under the eddies’ shock earthward I delve
Barbwielder's bath; Abyss regurges
spindrift and spray, spume-beweltered;
whalemere howling, harshly growling;
staiths streambeaten, strom wallowing
on steep skerries —stones and shingle,
wrack and jetsam— wrestling, I,
floodpower-enfolded, founder dredging
wide wavebedrock. Waterhelm cannot
be loosed till leave from the leader who pilots
my sea-soundings. Say, thoughtful man,
who breaks me from embrace of briny fathoms
when heaving surges hush to stillness;
the wake becalmed that covered me once?"
--Rahul Gupta from the Exeter Book (via academia.edu)
"About him were sprawled
the strong sea-warriors, · each one wondering
whether he ever · would walk once again
his beloved land, · or find his own folk
from childhood's time · in an untroubled town."
--Sullivan & Murphy's Beowulf
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