Saturday, February 11, 2006

When it's alive, it's life gets short.
When I kill it, it's life prolongs. What is it?
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.eldnac A Posted by Picasa
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet.
All day I will follow no matter how fast you run.
Yet, I nearly perish in the midday sun.
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.wodahs A Posted by Picasa
Voiceless it cries,
wingless flutters,
toothless bites,
mouthless mutters. This riddle and the following riddle are from the Yugur region of western China.
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. dniw ehT Posted by Picasa
Thirty white horses on a red hill.
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.
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Friday, February 10, 2006

I go around in circles,
but always straight ahead,
never complain,
no matter where I am led.
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Half -way up the hill, I see thee at last.
Lying beneath me, with thy sounds and sights-
a city in twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs,
soft bells, and gleaming lights. Longfellow
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.tsap ehT Posted by Picasa
I am , in truth, a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed. Emily Dickinson (The
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Black when I'm clean. White when I'm dirty. What am I? Posted by Picasa
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Thursday, February 09, 2006

I saw a restless shepherd traveling back and forth on his paths. He garbs himself in that which goes in the same and in the opposite direction. He goes hither and thither among creatures. from the Hindu religious text The Rig-Vega. The answer to this riddle is below,written backwards. Posted by Picasa