May 16, 2009

A little weekend spider poem



A SPIDER sewed at night
Without a light
Upon an arc of white.
If ruff it was of dame
Or shroud of gnome,
Himself, himself inform.
Of immortality
His strategy
Was physiognomy -- Emily Dickinson


Comment: I have no idea what that means but if Emily said it, it must be cool.

GOAT ROPE ADVISORY LEVEL: ELEVATED

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