’SIR AND ELVES

I

’SIR AND ELVES DIVIDE THE POWER



The ’sir rode over the rainbow bridge

with frost-white weapons,

glimpsed far in the Iron Forest's darkness

the dripping monster's maw.

The swords rang and gleamed

when giants' names were heard.

The voices' echoes, the hooves' thunder

carried far into space.

The elves walked in sprouting grass

softly on supple feet.

Trees leapt into blossom when the elves stepped

lightly over twisted roots.

Earth's kingdom rejoiced,

sprouting spring came in.

the May night shone white

with elves' white skin.

’sir and elves went to sessions

and divided the power of the earth.

The ’sir sat like hewn statues,

heavy with primeval splendour.

The elves slid like shadows

- they saunter as they will -

shadows of all that does not exist

but one day perhaps will.

’sir and elves conferred

and divided the earth up thus:

to ’sir all that a hand can take

and all that a word can reach,

to ’sir all that is spoken

and all the time that flew -

to elves that which thereafter remains :

all that is namelessly new.

’sir and elves conferred

and divided the family of men:

to ’sir those who hold fast

to their fathers' inherited right,

chieftain and warrior

and every sacrificial priest

and all who pray in temples -

from east and to west.

’sir and elves conferred

and divided the race of men:

to elves those who obey blindly

a day that has not yet dawned,

all who sacrifice in the forest

and do not support the fathers' laws

and all who grow like wild trees -

all, from north to south.

Thus did they confer, and thus it was.

Thus they steer the earth's ring.

The ’sir dispose over watchwords in battle

and visible signs and things.

But the elves they control the things

that have never had a name,

and all that they have and all that they give

is the force of fertility's flame.

II



THE ELF DAGUR SINGS ABOUT FATE

In the world's tree nine days

sacrificed he hung

- so pale I never saw any,

god or man -

erect, with relentless mouth,

his ruler's hands clenched,

above the sacrifice he made

his eyelids closed.

But my mind

jumped like a snake - I cried: 'Who has done it?'

The dark voice answered, tremblingly low:

'I myself have done it.'

Little do I know of wisdom's well,

never yearned to be there.

Its lustre is black. I know a spring,

gleaming silver-white:

deep, deep near life's roots

a wave washes my mind.

No one demanded my eye as a pledge.

I drink freely in there.

Like a stream

flows my day - as though I had never heard

the strange answer I hear each night in my dreams:

'I myself have done it.'



Then the earth's blossoming spring seems to me

like dead things and dust

against him, sacrificed to himself

in the ash's whistling air.

Then my thought seeks in vain a well

that seems worthy of the feat.

a drink that must be cruelly won

with costly sacrifice.

No power

resembles theirs, who were silent, were silent and did it.

Through the darkness shines with splendour of flames:

'I myself have done it.'



The old witch spoke the truth.

'The strong,' she said one time,

'are born for gaze of lofty powers

and song of trembling man.

The more a strong one can suffer harm,

the more difficult things can he learn,

and dark Norns rejoice to see

how heavy a load a man can bear.'

Never yet

bore I a burden - and am not aware that I ought to.

But that dream, none is as proud as it:

'I myself have done it.'



III

ODIN AND RINDUR

(By means of forbidden magic Odin had won the elf-daughter Rindur,

who according to the counsels of the Norns would give birth to

Baldur's avenger.)

'Dark runes I carved, which no hand should carve,

I who am called chieftain in heaven's hall.

Heaven and earth are sick. Heaven and earth will break.

Myself guilt-bowed I will fall on Vigrid's slope.

Once, irrevocably, happens all that happens,

lonely, eternal, carved in stone it stands.'

'King, one thing I know that always returns:

the earth's holy breathing, autumn and spring.'

The earth's forests murmured quietly in time's dawn,

murmur still, when the gods' power is all.

Under the spinning, under the swell of the fates

moves an engendering sea of deep crystal.

Sleep, shuttle of the Norns! Nothing is transformed.

Worlds waken in new suns' gold.'

'Once, irrevocably, have I already acted -

yearn to pay on Vigrid's slope my debt.'



Translated into English by David McDuff in "Karin Boye: Complete poems".

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Translation from Swedish into English: David McDuff



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May and Hans Mehlin, Layout.

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