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Poem for the day

Old English Riddle

A moth, I thogh, munching a word.
How marvellously weird! a worm
Digesting a mans sayings -
A sneakthief nibbling in the shadows
At the shape of a poet`s thunderous phrases -
How unutterably strange!
And the pilfering parasite none the wiser
For the words he has swallowed.
from THE EXETER BOOK

Anon. (before 1000)
Poems on the Underground
The British Council London Arts The Poetry Soceity The Arts Council of England

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