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A Considerable Speck (Microscopic)

my favorite poem by Robert Frost
(oddly appropriate for the times)

A speck that would have been beneath my sight
On any but a paper sheet so white
Set off across what I had written there.
And I had idly poised my pen in air
To stop it with a period of ink
When something strange about it made me think.

This was no dust speck by my breathing blown,
But unmistakably a living mite
With inclinations it could call its own.

It paused as with suspicion of my pen,
And then came racing wildly on again
To where my manuscript was not yet dry;
Then paused again and either drank or smelt,
With loathing, for again it turned to fly.
Plainly with an intelligence I dealt.

It seemed too tiny to have room for feet,
Yet must have had a set of them complete
To express how much it didn't want to die.

It ran with terror and with cunning crept,
It faltered: I could see it hesitate;
Then in the middle of the open sheet
Cower down in desperation to accept
Whatever I accorded it of fate.

I have none of the tenderer-than-thou
Collectivistic regimenting love
With which the modern world is being swept.
But this poor microscopic item now!
Since it was nothing I knew evil of
I let it lie there till I hope it slept.

I have a mind myself and recognize
Mind when I meet with it in any guise
No one can know how glad I am to find
On any sheet the least display of mind.

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thanks, Chris

Great poem. I also love the little life forms.

"All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind." - Khalil Gibran
"The Perfect Man has no self; the Holy Man has no merit; the Sage has no fame." - Chuang Tzu

to all aspiring poets out there good bad or indifferent...

Behold the standard bearer.

Chris Indeedski!

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A spider suddenly appeared dangling from my rear-view mirror

This morning, as I was driving in to work. It came about halfway down and then scurried back up. Just at that moment, I drove by a cop, and was thinking it would be funny if I wrecked the car attacking an arachnid.

But since it had gone up (behind the rear-view mirror), I figured it was okay to leave there until my destination.

Then it came down again, and landed on the CD player. I stabbed at it with my fingers and I think injured it; it fell to the floor. I rubbed my right foot against the floor and right sidewall, and I'm pretty sure I got it. By the way, spider, I am sorry.

My wife is allergic to spider bites, so they do not get to survive in our house or vehicles. They're great, otherwise, helping to keep down on the mosquito population.

I'm telling you this months after your post (and in a reply to you so you'll see it on your user page -- I don't see replies to my posts, only to my comments; I saw your reference to this post, in a post I just commented on), because this morning, I also saw a speck that was out of place.

I myself am currently out of place, and am wondering what type of speck I look like.

A relevant pair of songs:

I love you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. - Fully Informed Jury Association - Jin Shin Jyutsu (energy healing)

thanks for the 2 flashbacks to a younger time.

Here's some more spider fun:
Jim Stafford Spiders and Snakes:

Brian Regan-Spider Webs And Bees:

Chris Indeedski!

Daily Paul cured my abibliophobia.

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Thanks! Both were hilarious

Down to the swimming hole, she said do whatever you want -- so I picked up a frog and shook it at her! :)

And the comic was great too, "Is he waving at us?"

I love you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. - Fully Informed Jury Association - Jin Shin Jyutsu (energy healing)

Thanks for sharing

agreed - seeing any one/thing in the process of using it's mind to deliberate and find truth... is beautiful.

I seem to be wearing my "cynic" filter

I thought the poem was hysterical, with the punch line being how rare it is to find anything on a piece of paper that reflects the use of a brain.

Love or fear? Choose again with every breath.


So far on this thread (anyway) you're the only one that caught that :)

Its Frost vs collectivists and his frustration over what idiots they where (are).

It's not you. Everything is funny...

at 7:30 in the morning...

...also thanks for clarifying what these lines mean after having read them 800 times (self high-five to the face)

Chris Indeedski!

Daily Paul cured my abibliophobia.

Robert Frost could write a poem about anything...

...even a bug. Beautiful.

Chris Indeedski!

Daily Paul cured my abibliophobia.