I've never seen the early "Design," and it's encouraging to see Frost go from a blue-haired lady of 38 to the great master of 62, at least for one who hopes to hit his stride in his seventh decade! I had a poem take 24 years from the time I heard its concluding couplet in a bar. The quadruple rhyme was difficult in the extreme, and I had to gain some painful personal experience with aphids and custom combiners to bring it off.
The Honey Wagon
Some say the custom cutters wheeled
and dealed at his expense.
Some say the aphids ate his yield
and call it negligence.
Some of the neighbors’ lips are sealed,
the folks with common sense
say you can’t fertilize a field
by farting through the fence.
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