“I know that I hung

on a wind-battered tree

nine long nights,

pierced by a spear

and given to Odin,

myself to myself,

on that tree

whose roots grow in a place

no one has ever seen.

 

No one gave me food,

No one gave me drink.

At the end I peered down,

I took the runes—

screaming, I took them—

and then I fell.”

(Havamal verses 138 – 139, “The Poetic Edda” translated by Jackson

Crawford)

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