Old English Riddle no. 47 (trans. by Roy Liuzza)
By Unknown
A moth ate words. A marvelous fate
it seemed to me, when I heard of that wonder,
that a worm could swallow some man’s song,
a thief in the dark, tales of glory
and their firm foundation. That thieving guest
was none the wiser for swallowing those words.
Copyright Credit: Roy Liuzza, "Old English Riddles no. 47" from Old English Poetry: An Anthology. Copyright © 2014 by Roy Liuzza. Reprinted by permission of Broadview Press.
Source: Old English Poetry: An Anthology (Broadview Press, 2014)