I know how to ring down a chime of dimesin a dime slot if you can find me a dime slot,I know how to push the button at a stoplightso the red flicks green before you blink, andI know how to do a cat's cradle behind my back;I know how to love a stem and a leafso the flower reaches up to kiss mebut other than that, I don't know anything
and I am the greatest of puzzle solvers:give me two letters of a 14-letter word you got it,and words, I know every word spoken in jestand every lying word because everylie is as weak as a cobweb, becauseeveryone who believes a lie is a liarto the own self, oh sure, I know all thatbut other than that I'm an ignoramus.
I know where there is love deep as a riverand I know how to swim in it, thank God,and also the bitterness of the seas it can decant into,but the thready fibrillations of its sources are mysteriesto me, and though I know how to love a soul aliveI'm damned if I know how to make a soul rejoice.I give up on it. I don't know anything.
O François, I know how to rip off one of your balladesand add a little archy to make it my ownand I know how to end a line with a whipcrack,but other than that I don't know anything.
