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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

A Noiseless Patient Spider a poem by Walt Whitman

A noiseless patient spider,
I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated,
Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.


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8 comments:

  1. AnonymousNovember 17, 2011 at 1:27 AM

    Nice poem, but why would you waste a cigarette on a friggan spider?

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  2. BartNovember 17, 2011 at 7:53 AM

    thats a tough spider, wouldnt wanna mess with that spider-bro

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  3. SomeoneNovember 17, 2011 at 11:23 AM

    i say kill it and take the cig back

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  4. SupermomTokiNovember 17, 2011 at 11:26 AM

    And this marks the difference between the "brilliant" and the "good". How they see things. I'll never look at a spider the same way ever again. Thanks.

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  5. The ChartographerNovember 17, 2011 at 5:23 PM

    Whitman's a classic. Enjoy reading your posts!

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  6. Our BlogNovember 17, 2011 at 10:01 PM

    Great poem. Also, I lol'd

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  7. DWeiNovember 18, 2011 at 2:57 AM

    Spiders aren't that bad.

    Millipedes on the other hand...

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  8. Heaven.November 18, 2011 at 4:27 PM

    Ugh spider.

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