The Spider's Web
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
-- E. B. White
3 comments:
I have never read White's poetry and I love this. It begins like Frost in many ways and ends as an amazing love song. Your photograph is amazing, also. I was looking for spider webs today: alas, there are none. Still too cold.
Very glad you enjoyed. The past two days have been the warmest of the year, and today many trees put out their first bits of leafing - the hillsides have a slight blush.
From Magnetic Island, Australia....I LOVE this spider's web, Ted! :)
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