Historic Photos of Icelandic Women from the Daniel Bruun Collection, Danish National Museum

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Iceland Magazine has a wonderful spread of historic photos of Icelandic women in traditional clothing. The photos are from the Daniel Bruun Collection at the Danish National Museum. (Warning: the museum site has a significant number of photos in its online collection—you may be there a while.) The hats are fabulous! This one looks a […]

Blog Recommendation: Fjorn’s Hall

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For students of All Things Norse, I recommend the blog “Fjorn’s Hall“. In the persona of Fjorn the Skald, the writer presents history, lore, and other information regarding the sagas and the Norse peoples. The site is well-designed, and it’s easy to find information. Fjorn does a podcast, which is an excellent use of your listening […]

Daily Poem: A Birthday Present ~ Sylvia Plath

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Today is Sylvia Plath’s birthday (born October 27, 1932), so you get an extra poem this week. A Birthday Present ~Sylvia Plath What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges? I am sure it is unique, I am sure it is what […]

Daily Poem: All I Ever Wanted ~ Katie Ford

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All I Ever Wanted ~ Katie Ford When I thought it was right to name my desires, what I wanted of life, they seemed to turn like bleating sheep, not to me, who could have been a caring, if unskilled, shepherd, but to the boxed-in hills beyond which the blue mountains sloped down with poppies […]

Daily Poem: Final Autumn ~ Annie Finch

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Final Autumn ~ Annie Finch Maple leaves turn black in the courtyard. Light drives lower and one bluejay crams our cold memories out past the sun, each time your traces come past the shadows and visit under my looking-glass fingers that lift and block out the sun. Come—I’ll trace you one final autumn, and you […]

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