a lover’s lament

(Wulf and Eadwacer)

 

it’s as if one gives a game to my people–

they’ll serve him in bits if he comes with his crowd

different are we.

Wulf is on one island, i on the other

that island held hard, encircled in muck.

deathsorrow men prowl the island,

they’ll serve him in bits if he comes with his crowd

different are we.

i thought of my Wulf’s farwanderings, hopewondering when

it was raining i sat wailing, when

the battlebold one entwined his limbs about me! 

it was to me profit and rapture, no matter how noxious.

Wulf! my Wulf! my hope in you

made me sick (your seldomcoming)

my mournmaddened mind (no lack of meat)–

do you hear Eadwacer? our wretched whelp

Wulf bore away to the woods!

So one swiftly shreds what was never united:

            our riddle together.