Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NORSE WAR-SONG, A.D. 750, FR. THE DEATH SONG OF LODBROC, by WILLIAM ALEXANDER CRAIG First Line: We hew'd with our swords Last Line: We hew'd with our swords. Subject(s): War | ||||||||
WE hew'd with our swords, We hew'd with our swords. Our swift galleys ruffled The face of the fiords. When we landed in wrath On the shores of the Goth, It was I, Lodbroc, then Was the leader of men, Because I had slain The fierce snake of the plain -- We hew'd with our swords. The enemy's bands Met death at our hands. We carved out a feast, We carved out a feast, For the beak of the bird And the fang of the beast. The gold-footed king Of the birds on his wing Swoop'd down on the shore, And the ravens drew round And waded in gore. And with eyeballs aglare Came the wolf from his lair. For he knew we had spread For his banquet the dead. We hew'd with our swords. We steered by the track, By the Viking track Where the spears go out And the spoils come back. We sailed on the flood, We sailed on the flood, To scatter the homestead And revel in blood. With the rise of the sun Was our battle begun. We hew'd with our swords. We hollowed our tracks With the blows of the axe. Our keen arrows bit, And the roar of the spears As the targes were hit Sang loud in our ears. And the hum of the bows Buzzed out from our hands As our swift arrows flashed Through the gleam of the brands, And rattled like hail On the close-woven mail. We hew'd with our swords. The tempest of blows Fell fast on our foes, And the flow of their blood Came like rivers in flood; Then before the red sun Had sunk over the plain, The red ground was piled With the heaps of the slain. A bountiful day For the wild birds of prey, That gathered with shrieks, As they whetted their beaks In the flesh of the dead, In the feast we had spread. -- We hew'd with our swords. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM YOUR WAITER TONIGHT AND MY NAME IS DIMITRI by ROBERT HASS MITRAILLIATRICE by ERNEST HEMINGWAY RIPARTO D'ASSALTO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAR VOYEURS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SO MANY BLOOD-LAKES by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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