A Noiseless Patient Spider
My friends and fellow members of Senior Chatters, as we begin 2013, will you accept this famous poem that I dedicate to all whose souls seek to connect.
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.
Walt Whitman
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good one mate
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nice post 🙂
Yes, I remember this from when I was a Teen and Knew It All. From that I wrote a thing still echoes down the years. I called it “The Fates”. Now I’m where I said I’d be back then years ago.