Spring is upon us in the White Mountains! Today, an excerpt from Frost’s 1922 sonnet “Design”, a poem about meaning and interpretation, which in the space of 14 lines holds up a lens to poetry itself.
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.
Excerpt from “Design” in Frost’s Pulitzer Prize winning collection A Further Range (Holt, 1937)