News at Eleven: I recall a poem of his [Michael Donaghy's]

called 'Riddle'--a poem I'd already committed to memory, and was reciting in my head again one day, just for the noise of it. When the answer suddenly hit me, my heart was thumping in my throat. "I am the book you'll never read--but carry forever--one blunt page garlanded--by daughter or lover--You already know two-thirds by heart--and I'm passing weighty for a work so short." I won't spoil it for you, but I'll tell you this much: when you've got the answer, you'll know it, and something in the world won't look quite the same again.

from Scotland on Sunday: Collected Poems: The Shape of the Dance by Michael Donaghy

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