Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Witch-Music
At first hearing, many old witch-songs may not sound witchy at all, at all. Therein lies the magic.
To the cowan eye, the medieval Irish poem You of the Sweet-Tongued Cry may seem a simple nature poem, hymning the beauties of autumn and the rut.
The witch, though, sees both this, and more.
You of the Sweet-Tongued Cry
A Bhennáin, a bhúiredáin
Antlered one, belling
a bhéidáin bhim
you of the sweet-tongued cry
is bhínn linn in cúicherán
we love to hear
do ní tú 'sin ghlinn.
your singing in the glen.
Antlered one, belling,
you of the sweet-tongued cry:
we love to hear
your singing in the glen.
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