RINGING VÖLUNDARKVIÐA / WAYLAND SMITH MOVES For two bodies and a live or recorded chorus. I. SWANMAIDEN From the south. Towards forest. To the coast. To rest. Are you tuning into fortune? What fate is playing you? Check on the weather Chase down the weather for hunting. for turning. Come in and go out and look about. Go out and come in and look about. Enemies would nail you and scrape the moon pale. Whatever you have, Whatever you love, enemies would take it. enemies would drop it. Whatever you seek, Whatever you make, enemies would take it. enemies would drop it. Take. Drop. Take. Drop. Take. Love, sleep in expectation. O love, waken in dejection. Your hands that worked metal are weighted with metal. Your feet are fettered; your tendons are scissored. 115