Project Redux: Ragnfrid

Poeming Kristin Lavransdatter

Three Good Years

And so we had three good years—
Lavrans, Kristin, little Ulvhild, and I.

Three years when I was happy—
when I could hug my children
without the constant fear of losing them
like I lost my three sons in the cradle.

Three years when I could sleep with my husband,
not stay out all night in the old loft,
weeping, moaning, wringing my hands.

They once said I had the loveliest voice,

 

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