Yesterday evening I received a message via Twitter from a lovely fella who always reads and comments on my meagre musings. He goes by the name of @Huscarl1066. In his DM, he said he wasn’t ignoring my recent posts, but that he didn’t feel up to tweeting at the moment, for his gorgeous wife had just passed away. What can one say? Words sometimes seem so useless, don’t they?
Nevertheless, they're sometimes all we have. So I hope that, here, some words of another husband may prove beneficial, perhaps of some comfort, sometime in the days to come for @Huscarl1066. I know he loves the history of the Anglo-Saxon era, so here I leave him some words, like a message-bearer, from one of the period’s loveliest poems.
The Husband’s Message is a poem about an exiled man who has been separated from his beloved wife, his dearest friend. Though he now is a wealthy man in the land to which he was exiled, none of his wealth compares to the desire he has to be reunited with his beloved.
The narrator of the poem is the husband’s message bearer, and so we hear the words he speaks to the wife. I have adapted the translation by S. A. J. Bradley.