1
The solitary traveller
on dusty paths was a
collector of riddles;
but his curse was
he could never
remember any more
than the last one
so he could never
make the connections
2
He met a blind traveller
and asked him for a riddle
and the eyeless traveller
gave him one, and remarked as
they went on their separate journeys:
I am burdened by endless riddles
What is your riddle burden?
One had never enough
the other just too much -
so neither could ever make the connections
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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