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Spiders

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This is the Black Widow, death.

Robert Lowell

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Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating some curds and whey.
Along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Anonymous: Nursery Rhymes

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A noiseless patient spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

Walt Whitman

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I saw the spiders marching through air,
Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day
In latter August when the hay
Came creaking to the barn.

Robert Lowell

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Or almost like a spider, who, confined
In her web’s center, shakt with every wind,
Moves in an instant if the buzzing fly
Stir but a string of her lawn canapie.

Guillaume de Salluste (Seigneur Du Bartas)

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