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Five poems to read that aren’t Beowulf
“Many years ago—I still remember the day—I was cut down at the edge of the forest,Severed from my trunk, removed from my roots.Strong enemies seized me, shaped me into a spectacle,Ordered me to lift their outlaws, crucify their criminals.Men bore me on their shoulders, set me on a hill,Fastened their foes on me, enough of enemies.Then I saw the Lord of mankind hasten to me,Eager to climb up. The warrior, our young Savior, stripped himselfBefore the battle with a keen heart and firm purpose,Climbed up on the cross, the tree of shame,Bold in the eyes of many, to redeem mankind. My name was Deor.For many years I was harper in the hall,Honored by the king, until Heorrenda now,A song-skilled shaper, has taken my place,Reaping the rewards, the titled lands,That the guardian of men once gave me.
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