Paul Wagner wrote:
> Okay, lads and lassies, here's some anglo-saxon riddles from the 11th
> 1) My home's not silent, but I am not loud-mouthed. The Lord shaped
> our course together; I'm swifter than he, sometimes stronger; he's
> more strenuous. At times I rest; he must run onward. But I live in
> him all the days of my life; if we're divided I'm certain to die
( Water and River: water 'rests' when frozen)
> 2) This strange creature cannot see; it has no shoulders, arms of
> hands; it has to move on one foot, travel fast over the salt-fields.
> It has many ribs, and a mouth in it's middle, useful to men.
[ A snow shoe]
> 3) I saw the creature: his stomach stuck out behind him, enormously
> swollen. A strong servant waited upon him. What filled up his stomach
> had travelled from far, and flew through his eye. He does not always
> die in giving life to others, but new strength revives in the pit of
> his stomach; he breathes again
( A gourd full of wine) or ( one made of leather, full of wine)
> 4) My own country is unknown to me. If i can stay still, I'm strong in
> the fray; if not, their might is greater than mine, they'll break me
> to fragments and put me to flight, meaning to wreck what I must
> protect. I can foil them if my fins are not frail, and the rocks hold
> firm against my force.
(Still working on this one, very tricky!)
> 5) Her beak pointed upwards, her feet and talons were those of a
> bird, yet she cannot fly nor even move much, though eager to start
> she sets to work with her singular skills; often and again she goes
> the rounds at gatherings of men.
[ a pitcher or drinking vessel for libations?]
> I haven't had my coffee yet. These riddles are great! Let me know
how wrong or right my answers are. (Je/sten' ??? someone tell me
how to fix my name, Justine NicIsh)