Odin, the Mighty

Odin, The Mighty
a protector in dark times

Calling on Odin…

I know that I hung on a windy tree

nine long nights, wounded with a spear,

dedicated to Odin, myself to myself,

on that tree of which no man knows from where its roots run.

No bread did they give me nor a drink from a horn,

downwards I peered;

I took up the runes, screaming I took them,

then I fell back from there.

From an Old Norse ‘Sayings of the High One’ Larrington (1999)

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