The Web

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The Web

The Web


With an unequalled skill,
Spins the spider her web.
The spider will stop at nothing
To get her kill.
But in what beauty
Lies the art of kill
But in nature?
We behold the hunter,
And huntress,
With a certain beauty
Of which entrants us.
When we see the spun web,
Glistening in the sun,
We think of beauty.
When we see the awful bear-trap,
With the horrific jaws of death,
We only then begin to think.
Is the spider like us?
Maybe that web does not
Appear so beautiful anymore.

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Tyme commented on The Web

04-27-2011

Interesting how we can fing beauty in that which cannot threaten us huh?

james5

05/05/2011

I think of beauty as the magnificent. The very things which hypmotise us with their other-worldly secrets.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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