Design poem by Frost

Robert Frost poemI was looking at interesting poems tonight when I stumbled across this “design poem” by Robert Frost.

I’d never seen this before, and of course I want to try my own. Here is the poem written out in case you find the image hard to read. Who else wants to try this?

Design Poem by 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.

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