(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

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.

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A well-written poem that ponders design, by Robert Frost. Love his rhyme pattern.
this full of imagery poem/// great hand penned greatly
Minute observations of the poet and the flight of imagery that helped him to compose such a beautiful poem are simply amazing.
In a thing so small! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
From the biggest to the small nature's beauty designs all?
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