A Considerable Speck

(Microscopic)

A speck that would have been beneath my sight
On any but a paper sheet so white
Set off across what I had written there.
And I had idly poised my pen in air
To stop it with a period of ink
When something strange about it made me think,
This was no dust speck by my breathing blown,
But unmistakably a living mite
With inclinations it could call its own.
It paused as with suspicion of my pen,
And then came racing wildly on again
To where my manuscript was not yet dry;
Then paused again and either drank or smelt--
With loathing, for again it turned to fly.
Plainly with an intelligence I dealt.
It seemed too tiny to have room for feet,
Yet must have had a set of them complete
To express how much it didn't want to die.
It ran with terror and with cunning crept.
It faltered: I could see it hesitate;
Then in the middle of the open sheet
Cower down in desperation to accept
Whatever I accorded it of fate.
I have none of the tenderer-than-thou
Collectivistic regimenting love
With which the modern world is being swept.
But this poor microscopic item now!
Since it was nothing I knew evil of
I let it lie there till I hope it slept.

I have a mind myself and recognize
Mind when I meet with it in any guise
No one can know how glad I am to find
On any sheet the least display of mind.

by Robert Frost

Comments (2)

Come on now Lawrence and the person below this comment...the world is not all that bad.....yes there's a war and death involved and countries where children have no food or places to sleep on other than mud, and worst of all no Parents left alive....but our world is not so bad......There is sun, and laughter and beautiful clouds and friends and if we're lucky once in a while love in our lives...There is the love of our children and their children, the success of our children....There are no more planes falling out of the sky and here in the states we are fortunate to be looked out for and protected from some such ever happening again....and it's working, , , , , , they messed up that beyond horrible destruction planned for JFK...Life is as good as we make it, even on bad days. So smile, the sun is shining here where we live today, the tornado warnings are past and gone... We are alive, that today is a miracle in itself...........mm.xo
powerpacked truth of a world gone to seed we are leaderless no right messiah to lead..