From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin.
No lady alive can show such a skin.
I'm bright as an angel, and light as a feather,
But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together.
Though candor and truth in my aspect I bear,
Yet many poor creatures I help to insnare.
Though so much of Heaven appears in my make,
The foulest impressions I easily take.
I'm posting one puzzle, riddle, math, or statistical problem a day. Try to answer each one and post your answers in the comments section. I'll post the answer the next day. Even if you have the same answer as someone else, feel free to put up your answer, too!
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
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Snow? Or volcanic ash, I suppose.ReplyDelete
Snow is what the poem was speaking of. I hadn't thought of ash, but that's certainly relevant these days.ReplyDelete
i thought it was grapes! as in, making wineReplyDelete