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He was a poem, but he also spent so much time agonizing over how he would be read that he just kept paring down the words until they were just gruff sounds and curses with no rhyme or meter, and all his poetry was just between the jagged lines
‘Sure-hoofed is my steed impelled by the spur;
The high springs of alder on thy shield;
Bran thou art called, of the glittering branches.’
Cad Goddeu (Battle of the Trees), a Welsh riddle poem from the Book of Taliesin. The Bran mentioned is Bendigeidfran. #FolkloreThursday
She was a and she can read
poem she just doesnt
want to
They were But she
a poem couldn't read
créditos: Thematicallycoherent no Tumblr
He was a poem, but she forgot how to read
(Este bello arte es de @Lehanan_Aida, que lo sepáis)