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.

by Robert Frost

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(Design by Robert Frost.) **Design; aan amazing theory. I believe all things are by design.
what justifies the poet's description of the characters as characters of death and blight?
what justifies the poet's description of them as characters of death and blight?
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out
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