What are the Old English elegies? Image result for elegiac poetry old English The poems in the Exeter Book known as the 'Old English elegies' focus on loss, separation and the transience of earthly things. Mike Bintley explores these poems, which include The Wanderer and The Wife's Lament, and highlights the parallels between the elegies and the riddles in the Exeter Book: The Wifes Lament: I make this song of myself, deeply sorrowing, my own life’s journey. I am able to tell all the hardships I’ve suffered since I grew up, but new or old, never worse than now – ever I suffer the torment of my exile.5 First my lord left his people for the tumbling waves; I worried at dawn where on earth my leader of men might be. When I set out myself in my sorrow, a friendless exile, to find his retainers,10 that man’s kinsmen began to think in secret that they would separate us, so we would live far apart in the world, most miserably, and longing seized me. My lord commanded me to live with him here;115 I had few loved ones or loyal friends in this country, which causes me grief. Then I found that my most fitting man was unfortunate, filled with grief, concealing his mind, plotting murder20 with a smiling face. So often we swore that only death could ever divide us, nothing else – all that is changed now; it is now as if it had never been, our friendship. Far and near, I must25 endure the hatred of my dearest one. They forced me to live in a forest grove, under an oak tree in an earthen cave.2 This earth-hall is old, and I ache with longing; the dales are dark, the hills too high,30 harsh hedges overhung with briars, a home without joy. Here my lord’s leaving often fiercely seized me. There are friends on earth, lovers living who lie in their bed, 1 Or, “take up a dwelling in a grove” or “live in a (pagan) shrine.” The precise meaning of the line, like the general meaning of the poem, is a matter of dispute and conjecture.2 Or even “an earthen grave” or barrow. while I walk alone in the light of dawn35 under the oak-tree and through this earth-cave, where I must sit the summer-long day; there I can weep for all my exiles, my many troubles; and so I may never escape from the cares of my sorrowful mind,40 nor all the longings that have seized my life. May the young man be sad-minded3 with hard heart-thoughts, yet let him have a smiling face along with his heartache, a crowd of constant sorrows. Let to himself45 all his worldly joys belong! let him be outlawed in a far distant land, so that my friend sits under stone cliffs chilled by storms, weary-minded, surrounded by water in a sad dreary hall! My beloved will suffer50 the cares of a sorrowful mind; he will remember too often a happier home. Woe to the one who must suffer longing for a loved one. - Anonymous https://uwaterloo.ca/arts/
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