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.
Quick- What's this poem saying? What's the message?
1. Journal-
10 W. 10 L. poem-
Rules:
Each line must have 10 syllables.
There are only 10 lines.
The following words must be in the poem-
Mesquite, Needle, Mother, Blackberry, Vice, Smoke, Cloud, Orange, Thorn, Lace.
2. Reading of the poems.
3. Reading of drafts- Grades for having drafts in class.
4. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/learning/guide/182292#poem
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