"Riddle 13 (from the Exeter Book)
I saw turf-treaders, ten I counted,
thus six brothers with sisters beside
had quickened to life: the clinging skins
I saw plainly on the sides of the houses
of every one; nor was any the worse
vexed in his venture, though they must travail thereafter
bereft of robes by the ruler of heaven
as their might awakens, their mouths nibbling
at fallen foliage. Fine garb renews
on the comers-forth whose cast trappings
were strewn behind when they strutted on land."
--tr Rahul Gupta
"Gut-wrenching to see Bakhmut destroyed like this."
"Having failed to write poems with a broad nib I drew pictures for the spring sale" --Gerald Burns
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