Hi Patricia,
Might as well go ahead and post Frost's poem here, eh?
Design (1936)
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.
The three rhyming sounds he uses,
-oth, -ight, and -all
all sound soooo ..... ooooh and ahhhhhh.... I dunno how else to say it... delicate, maybe? Like a soft landing at the end of each line. Anyway perfectly suited for the content of this poem.
Here's one of my favorites, an old standby, but the soft sounding rhymes are here also:
There's a certain Slant of light (258)
by Emily Dickinson
There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are
None may teach it Any
'Tis the Seal Despair
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air
When it comes, the Landscape listens
Shadows hold their breath
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death
annie
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