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--
.....spiders are amazing creatures ★ though I prefer to stay away from a spider's web
the spider web, one of natures wonders, the webs strength down to scale is scientifically impossible.well written poem here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an amazing observation and conception for a poem on this little creature...superb- 10+++++++++++