The Gladdest Thing is a site created and maintained by Michelle McGinnis. If you'd like to sign up to receive poems via email when they're posted here, simply subscribe. You can unsubscribe at any time.

by

Posted here
February 15, 2008

(No comments)

(A letter to Katharine, from the King Edward Hotel, Toronto)

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,
In cool descent, and loyal-hearted,
She builds a ladder to the place
From which she started.

Thus 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