I saw a creature who wore its womb
behind. Greatly grown, it was obeyed
by a strong servant who strove so hard
that the swell in its bag burst its bonds
through the white of its eye.
It did not die, though it seem doomed.
No, it gasped, then breathed again,
aborning its own son, itself its father.
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[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/v9/poetry-translation/bertha-rogers/anglo-saxon-riddle-27?s=a0f29728f72f763b576efc4ac3ec2d33
[2] https://www.ablemuse.com/v9/bio/brenda-morris?s=a0f29728f72f763b576efc4ac3ec2d33