Oh you wild wide hurler:

Like a spear beyond other things

I lay beyond meaning. Your resonance

flung me far. I know not, where I am.

Nothing can bring me back.

My sisters think of me and weave,

and the house is full of familiar steps.

I alone am gone and far away,

and I tremble like a plea;

for the beautiful goddess in the middle

of her myths glows and lives my life.