the spider, dropping down from twig
unwinds a thread of her devising:
a thin, premeditated rig
to use in rising.
and all the journey down through space,
and all the journey down through space,
in cool descent, and loyal-hearted,
she builds a ladder to the place
from which she started.
this I, gone forth, as spiders do,
this I, gone forth, as spiders do,
in spider’s web a truth discerning,
attach one silken strand to you
for my returning.
'e. b. white'
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