Listen to:
A Noiseless Patient Spider (:52)
by Walt Whitman
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
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, detach’d, 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.
No comments:
Post a Comment