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 appal?--
If design govern in a thing so small.

~Robert Frost

We are currently studying sonnets in English Comp. II. We'll be writing our own soon...I wrote one today, but probably will do another one. This one by Robert Frost gets a person thinking. Really read it and understand what he is trying to say. It is amazing. Something to think about.