Friday, July 20, 2012

Poetry Friday: Design

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth --
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth --
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small. 

                             --Robert Frost

Tara is hosting Poetry Friday over at A Teaching Life. Head on over to see all the delectable entries for a sultry Friday . . .  

This is the white spider that lives in my yard. 



If design govern in a thing so small.

A fine point to ponder!

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