Design by Hypatia Pickens

The famous poem. Frosty, dark, and contemplative. I experimented this time with layered voices.Music: "Spring Thaw" by Kevin MacLeodLocations: "The Hyperreal" and "Day Time Dreams""Design"by Robert FrostI found a dimpled s...

The famous poem. Frosty, dark, and contemplative. I experimented this time with layered voices.Music: "Spring Thaw" by Kevin MacLeodLocations: "The Hyperreal" and "Day Time Dreams""Design"by Robert FrostI 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 blightMixed ready to begin the morning right,Like the ingredients of a witch's 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 heightThen steered the white moth thither in the night?What but design of darkness to appall,If design govern in a thing so small.1936