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10th Century riddle seen at the Book of Kells exhibit which sounds like a Michael Ondaatje poem

Posted by on April 24, 2006

One of my enemies ended my life Sapped my world

strength afterward soaked me Wetted in water,…Set

me in sun where soon I lost the haurs which I had.

And then the hard knife edge cut me…Fingers

folded me and feather of bird traced all over my

tawny surface With drops of delight,…

Then for trappings a man Bound me

with boards bent hide over me Glossed me with

gold and so I glistened Wondrous in smith work

wire encircled

…Say what I am called Useful to man Mighty

my name is A help to heroes and holy am I.

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