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Riddle: What is whiter than the first snow, redder than the blood of the righteous, greener than the spring grass, bluer than a cloudless sky?Answer:..
Riddle: If you have three you have three, if you have two you have two and if you have one you have none. What am I?Answer: Choices.
Riddle: I'm greater than God, yet worse than the devil. I am what the miser spends and the spendthrift saves. I am what the blind see and the..
Riddle: Looking for something? Open me. I'm sure that something inside of me lies. Of course, you can always find hope in me (Though despair must..
Riddle: I make babies look smart, I make you look dumb, I make your phone work, I stop you from freezing and I can make you president. Can you solve..
Riddle: Frank's dad has five sons. The sons' names are Tom, Joe, Bob, Dan. What is fifth son's name?Answer: It was Frank because it was Frank's dad.
Riddle: What comes once a minute, twice a week and once a year?Answer: The letter E.
Riddle: Poor people have me. Rich people don't. But if you eat me, you will die. What am I?Answer: Nothing.
Riddle: You can hear me and feel me but you can't see me or smell me, yet everyone has a taste in me. I can be created, but after that only..
Riddle: If Theresa's daughter is my daughter's mother, what am I to Theresa?Answer: Theresa's Daughter.
Why East Wind Chills
Why east wind chills and south wind coolsShall not be known till windwell driesAnd west's no longer drownedIn winds that bring the fruit and rindOf..
© Dylan Thomas
If My Head Hurt A Hair's Foot
'If my head hurt a hair's footPack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breathBump on a spout let the bubbles jump out.Sooner drop with..
© Dylan Thomas
Shall Gods Be Said To Thump The Clouds
Shall gods be said to thump the cloudsWhen clouds are cursed by thunder,Be said to weep when weather howls?Shall rainbows be their tunics'..
© Dylan Thomas
I Make This In A Warring Absence
I make this in a warring absence whenEach ancient, stone-necked minute of love's seasonHarbours my anchored tongue, slips the quaystone,When, praise..
© Dylan Thomas
Unluckily For A Death
Unluckily for a deathWaiting with phoenix underThe pyre yet to be lighted of my sins and days,And for the woman in shadesSaint carved and sensual..
© Dylan Thomas
Find Meat On Bones
'Find meat on bones that soon have none,And drink in the two milked crags,The merriest marrow and the dregsBefore the ladies' breasts are hagsAnd the..
© Dylan Thomas
The Tombstone Told When She Died
The tombstone told when she died.Her two surnames stopped me still.A virgin married at rest.She married in this pouring place,That I struck one day..
© Dylan Thomas
How Soon The Servant Sun
How soon the servant sun,(Sir morrow mark),Can time unriddle, and the cupboard stone,(Fog has a boneHe'll trumpet into meat),Unshelve that all my..
© Dylan Thomas
Once Below A Time
IOnce below a time,When my pinned-around-the-spiritCut-to-measure flesh bit,Suit for a serial sumOn the first of each hardship,My paid-for slaved-for..
© Dylan Thomas
Out Of The Sighs
Out of the sighs a little comes,But not of grief, for I have knocked down thatBefore the agony; the spirit grows,Forgets, and cries;A little comes..
© Dylan Thomas
To Others Than You
Friend by enemy I call you out.You with a bad coin in your socket,You my friend there with a winning airWho palmed the lie on me when you..
© Dylan Thomas
On The Marriage Of A Virgin
Waking alone in a multitude of loves when morning's lightSurprised in the opening of her nightlong eyesHis golden yesterday asleep upon the irisAnd..
© Dylan Thomas
In The White Giant's Thigh
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night I walk in the white..
© Dylan Thomas
Notes On The Art Of Poetry
I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-onin the world between the covers of books,such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,,,such..
© Dylan Thomas
This Bread I Break
This bread I break was once the oat,This wine upon a foreign treePlunged in its fruit;Man in the day or wine at nightLaid the crops low, broke the..
© Dylan Thomas