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Riddles
I have heard this riddle before; the words
curve like a spider's silky web, they
are put on the shelf in the wine cellar
so the wild dogs cannot reach them.
One day, when she's old, she'll tell
you the answer to the riddle that has
been tormenting you for years.
If a poem beats on the back door,
would you think to answer it?
Would you know, quickly now, how
to explain the ending to every story?
Metaphors drop out of the sky like clouds;
they land on your doorstep, shaking and shivering
in the cold. Will you take
them in? They are orphans, you know;
they have nowhere else to go.
curve like a spider's silky web, they
are put on the shelf in the wine cellar
so the wild dogs cannot reach them.
One day, when she's old, she'll tell
you the answer to the riddle that has
been tormenting you for years.
If a poem beats on the back door,
would you think to answer it?
Would you know, quickly now, how
to explain the ending to every story?
Metaphors drop out of the sky like clouds;
they land on your doorstep, shaking and shivering
in the cold. Will you take
them in? They are orphans, you know;
they have nowhere else to go.
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