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Riddle 2

This mother of many well-known creatures

Is strangely born. Savage and fierce,

She roars and sings, courses and flows,

Follows the ground. A beautiful mover,

No one knows how to catch her shape

And power in song, or how to mark

The strength of her kin in myriad forms:

Her lineage sings the spawn of creation.

The high father broods over one flow,

Beginning and end, and so does his son,

Born of glory, and the heavenly spirit,

The ghost of God. His precious skill

* * *

All kinds of creatures who lived on the earth

When the garden was graced with beauty and joy.

Their mother is always mighty

Sustained in glory, teeming with power,

Plenty, a feast of being, a natural hoard

For rich and poor. Her power increases

Her manifest song. Her body is a burbling

Jewel of use, a celibate gem with a quick,

Cleansing power—beautiful, bountiful,

Noble and good. She is boldest, strongest,

Greediest, greatest of all earth-travelers

Spawned under the sky, of creatures seen

With the eyes of men. She is the weaver

Of world-children’s might.

A wise man

May know of many miracles-this one

Is harder than ground, smarter than men.

Older than counsel, more gracious than giving,

Dearer than gold. She washes the world

In beautiful tones, teems with children,

Soothes hard suffering, crushes crime.

Riddle 3

Sometimes busy, bound by rings,

I must eagerly obey my servant,

Break my bed, clamor brightly

That my lord has given me a neck-ring

Sleep-weary I wait for the grim-hearted

Greeting of a man or woman; I answer

Winter-cold. Sometimes a warm limb

Bursts the bound ring, pleasing my dull

Witted servant and myself. 1 sing round

The truth if 1 may in a ringing riddle.

Riddle 4

Power and treasure for a prince to hold

Hard and steep-cheeked, wrapped in red,

Gold and garnet, ripped from a plain

Of bright flowers, wrought – a remnant

Of fire and file, bound in stark beauty

With delicate wire, my grip makes

Warriors weep, my sting threatens

The hand that grasps gold. Studded

With a ring. I ravage heir and heirloom

* * *

To my lord and foes always lovely

And deadly, altering face and form.

Riddle 5.

On earth this warrior is strangely born

Of two dumb creatures, drawn gleaming

Into the world, bright and useful to men

It is tended, kept, covered by women –

Strong and savage, it serves well,

A gentle slave to firm masters

Who mind its measure and feed it fairly

With a careful hand. To these it brings

Warm blessings; to those who let it run

Wild it brings a grim reward.


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