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[Original] Minor Arcana: part one: chapter one.

part 1: a noiseless patient spider
(or, walt whitman says hello)

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 that night?
What but design of darkness to appal?—
If design govern in a thing so small.

—Robert Frost, "Design"

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