E.B. White wrote this poem in 1929 as a love letter to his wife, Katherine.

Natural History
E.B. White

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.

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

Update 2011: Found this lovely feature on NPR.

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