Henry Adams Bellows · stanza 139
1923I ween that I hung on the windy tree,Hung there for nights full nine;With the spear I was wounded, and offered I wasTo Othin, myself to myself,On the tree that none may ever knowWhat root beneath it runs.Free to read · Built for close study
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I ween that I hung on the windy tree,Hung there for nights full nine;With the spear I was wounded, and offered I wasTo Othin, myself to myself,On the tree that none may ever knowWhat root beneath it runs.Hávamál, translated by Henry Adams Bellows, in The Poetic Edda (1923). Public-domain transcription sourced from Project Gutenberg ebook 73533.
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