(The Song of Blodeuwedd) as reconstructed by Robert Graves in The White Goddess |
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Not of father nor of mother was my blood, was my body. I was spellbound by Gwydion, prime enchanter of the Britons, when he formed me from nine blossoms, nine buds of various kind: From primrose of the mountain, broom, meadow-sweet and cockle, together intertwined, from the bean in its shade bearing a white spectral army of earth, of earthly kind, from blossoms of the nettle, oak, thorn, and bashful chestnut -- nine powers of nine flowers, nine powers in me combined, nine buds of plant and tree. Long and white are my fingers as the ninth wave of the sea. |
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