What is knowledge worth without the wisdom to use it?
(The old god Odin had two tame ravens called Hugin and Munin who flew around the world and gathered news that they reported to him every night.)
we walked and talked the way we do, those mornings
when the shoe fit and we all got out of bed on the right side
they took the short-cut of course, the slippery one I do not like to use
apple-cheeked and clear-eyed they ducked under snow-covered boughs
and disappeared with a cheery "See you on the other side"
and of course we did and then I could not hold your hand anymore
'cause you are big now and the other kids will see
and we waved good-bye and have a nice day and that was that
as I walked back home I took another short-cut, my own,
through the woods, where my kids will not go
and heard the raven clunking and clicking his comments on all to-do
what news have you gathered about me and my kind today,
what will you tell your master when you give him your report,
he who gave up an eye for wisdom at the well so very long ago?
Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2013-12-10 at 09:24
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(The old god Odin had two tame ravens called Hugin and Munin who flew around the world and gathered news that they reported to him every night.)
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I walked my kids to school through snow-lit streetswe walked and talked the way we do, those mornings
when the shoe fit and we all got out of bed on the right side
they took the short-cut of course, the slippery one I do not like to use
apple-cheeked and clear-eyed they ducked under snow-covered boughs
and disappeared with a cheery "See you on the other side"
and of course we did and then I could not hold your hand anymore
'cause you are big now and the other kids will see
and we waved good-bye and have a nice day and that was that
as I walked back home I took another short-cut, my own,
through the woods, where my kids will not go
and heard the raven clunking and clicking his comments on all to-do
what news have you gathered about me and my kind today,
what will you tell your master when you give him your report,
he who gave up an eye for wisdom at the well so very long ago?
Poetry by Åsa Andersson
Read 662 times
Written on 2013-12-10 at 09:24
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