BeowulfWe are nearing the end of our adventures with Beowulf. Actually we sadly read the tale of the death of the brave Ring-giver today. Firstborn recently did some copywork from an earlier verse in the epic wherein the elder King Hygelac is sagely exhorting Beowulf to be mindful of the fragility of life even in the wake of his great defeat over the man eating Grendel. King Hygelac speaking to his adorned, but youthful, hero:
O flower of warriors, beware of that trap.
choose, dear Beowulf, the better part,
eternal rewards. Do not give way to pride.
For a brief while your strength is in bloom
but it fades quickly; and soon there will follow
illness or the sword to lay you low,
or a sudden fire or surge of water
or jabbing blade or javelin from the air
or repellant age. Your piercing eye
will dim and darken; and death will arrive,
dear warrior, to sweep you away.
Firstborn and I relished the poet's masterful description of the creation of the earth in the earliest verses of the epoch:
The a powerful demon, a prowler through the dark,
nursed a hard grievance. It harrowed him
to hear the din of the loud banquet
everyday in the hall, the harp being struck
and the clear song of a skilled poet
telling with mastery of man's beginnings,
how the Almighty had made the earth
a gleaming plain girdled with waters;
in His splendour He set the sun and the moon
to be earth's lamplight, lanterns for men,
and filled the broad lap of the world
with brancehs and leaves; and quickened life
in every other thing that moved.
