*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
[…] *
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
[…]
What but design of darkness to appal? -
If design govern in a thing so small.
Robert Frost
Un poème rythmé sur la beauté, un hommage à la nature, tout simplement.
