Friday, April 9, 2010

E. B. White poem The Spider Web

The Spider Web

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

E.B. White  written as a love letter to his wife. 


Kass said...

One silken thread. So beautiful. May we always have one.

Sarah said...

I've always liked that poem. Thanks for the reminder.