But When Renewal Comes
. . . But when
Renewal comes she visits us here
In many appearances, bright, dark,
All beautiful, the best of blessings
Humans are given in the folds of the earth
And no good life can we live unless
We receive her numerous children well
And use them kindly. Understand this
Or die.
An Old English Riddle
translated by David Constantine,
from The Word Exchange: Anglo-Saxon Poems in Translation
ed. Greg Delanty and Michael Matto (W.W.Norton Publishing Co., 2010)
COMMENTARY
“ . . .[T]he primary task is to penetrate the intellectual-historical Gestalt of others all the way to the point of transcendence, and through such a penetration to school and clarify one’s own embodiment of the experience of transcendence.” Anamnesis, 56.
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