Robert Graves, in The White Goddess, tied The Song of Amergin in with the Ogham and the lunar cycles. Each line of the song is assigned to a cycle of the moon or a season of the sun. ”

Amergin Glúingel ” means “Birth of Song”. And according to legend, Amergin was one of the leaders of the “Men of Míl”, who battled the Tuatha Dé Danann (or the Faery Clan) for possession of Ireland. As you can see for yourself, the Song of Amergin is, in itself, a self-claiming by Amergin of this island, as well as a challenge to the Tuatha Dé Danann, who were considered to be the gods.

Amergin’s invokes the powers of the Land here upon first stepping ashore in Ireland. These words came from Amergin’s “imbas” (‘poetic inspiration’) and they marked the start of battle over sovereignty of the Land. With the words of this poem, Amergin claims the elements of Ireland. This gesture displays his Otherworldly wisdom and power over the elements. Here, he is actually “becoming”… all of these elements, or “duile” as they were called by the Druids. He joins himself (his “Fein” and internal “duile”) with the spirit that controls the elements of the Cosmos. This could be looked upon as merely symbolic, but however you wish to see it, it got results. The wind died down and the Gaels claimed sovereignty on Ireland .

You might relate to this “claiming” of the elements if you think about possibly your own lessons in working with the elements in ritual. That is, in order to call them – we must become them!

Let’s see what he had to say concerning their Mysteries as he attempted to harmonize his own Dúile with the Cosmos. CE.)

In his poem, Amergin is experiencing what is called “becoming” which is an integral aspect of today’s Druidism.

I am a stag of seven tines,
I am a wide flood on a plain,
I am a wind on the deep waters,
I am a shining tear of the sun,

I am a hawk on a cliff,

I am fair among the flowers,
I am a god who sets the head afire with smoke,

I am a battle-waging spear,
I am a salmon in the pool,
I am a hill of poetry,

I am a ruthless boar,
I am a threatening noise of the sea,
I am a wave of the sea,

Who but I knows the secrets of the unhewn dolmen?

I am the womb of every holt,
I am the blaze on every hill,
I am the queen of every hive,
I am the shield for every head,
I am the tomb of every hope.

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