[NARRATOR] This is a poem from one of the great Romantic masters, Pars (1812 - 1843), who died of tuberculosis. Many suspect its lilting lines hide a clever riddle, alongside its strange finishing line, seeming to represent the full fall from sanity of the poem’s subject.
Riddles in excess, dost their value I depress?
Goodbye, to you two, I will see you… someday.
But to save them, this love, gently spiraling…
See them after, their love thou must redress.
And as the blue jays fly away…
[NARRATOR] This riddle is as of yet unsolved. The work resolves into a maddening scrawl, but one final word remains.