Please join me in my Holy Saturday custom of reading the Old English poem The Dream of the Rood.
I’m reading this translation this year.
“Then best wood spoke these words”
Personal and cultural reflections, plus the District of Columbia and some Esperanto
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Ah, thanks. Malformed link. Fixed.
I skipped out this year. I would’ve felt lazy reading it in contemporary English, and translating it would’ve felt like too much work.