Though very short and conveying a simple image of a spider landing on a flower, we soon realize that Frost is also questioning life and its cruelties.
Unlike most famous poets of the 20th century who were known for writing free-form poetry, Frost’s best-known poems stuck with traditional rhymes and...
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
1936
Design was written by Robert Frost.