Tuesday, April 28, 2009

TUESDAY, APRIL 28
The spider that has taken up residence outside my house reminds me of Walt Whitman's poem which speaks of a spider but is really about the restlessness and fragility of the human soul.
A NOISELESS PATIENT SPIDER
by Walt Whitman

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.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,--seeking the spheres to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d--till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.


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