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. -Robert Frost I personally think its his best work ever imho, but I wanna hear analysis from other blades on this piece. One liners are cool, or longer if you want. simply: I believe its about how we dont know. Nature lets us know or want to. i have other ones ill post too if this thread doesnt die.