"So I have farewell'd Listland's
Landwarder's garth, and Gunnhild's,
Rich in deeds (I'll draw no
Darkling veil to hide them),
As that some three thanes there
Of Hlokk's thriving rowan,
In Hell's huge dwelling,
Hell-gone, end their goings."
--from Eddison's Egil's Saga
"Boon
Heat-weary head · the humid morning
moves with mounting · menace into day;
dims the deep woods, dulls the skyline.
Sullen, slow-paced · sisterhood of haze
hover hang-breasted · hairy over fields,
fill with forthcoming · flood and thunder.
Thirst threads earth · in thin rootlets,
reaches restlessly · rock-branched for water
waiting for weather's wild-handed boon.
Breath, a first breeze · brightens aspens
airy, easy. All at once dark
dour-faced, driving, day's burden
bursts in a blind flash · blunders among trees,
twists over tops, tears bits away.
Outgush, Earth-hammer · issue of gods,
grandeur that gives · and grieves, magnificent."
--George Johnston at Forgotten Grounds Regained
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