“i had to fall to lose it all / but in the end it doesn’t even matter”

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday, Thomas’s friend Frost again:

Design, Robert Frost

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.


Again seeing existential dread in nature. Helpful knowledge: heal-all flowers are normally a bluish purple color.

---L.

Subject quote from In The End, Linkin Park.