Perfection yet to be attained,
With layers left to be unfurled,
Her soul is cleansed while still detained,
Within the timeless Netherworld.
This state between eternity
And time, however short or long,
Endures between ubiquity
And place to keep a ghostly throng.
Stephen Mitchell is a gifted translator, and his translation of Beowulf in verse is meticulous, lucid, musical, and most readable, but is a poor guide to its meaning.Read More
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