Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

The Spider Holds A Silver Ball - Poem by Emily Dickinson

The spider holds a Silver Ball
In unperceived Hands--
And dancing softly to Himself
His Yarn of Pearl--unwinds--

He plies from Nought to Nought--
In unsubstantial Trade--
Supplants our Tapestries with His--
In half the period--

An Hour to rear supreme
His Continents of Light--
Then dangle from the Housewife's Broom--
His Boundaries--forgot--

Comments about The Spider Holds A Silver Ball by Emily Dickinson

  • Indira Renganathan (11/24/2016 7:28:00 AM)

    What an amazing observation and conception for a poem on this little creature...superb- 10+++++++++++ (Report) Reply

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  • (6/15/2016 8:50:00 PM)

    .....spiders are amazing creatures ★ though I prefer to stay away from a spider's web (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (7/14/2014 4:10:00 AM)

    the spider web, one of natures wonders, the webs strength down to scale is scientifically impossible.well written poem here (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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