Wednesday, August 12, 2009

A noiseless patient spider

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, detached, 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~


Nancy B. Hartley said...

Oh, what beautiful poetry and photos, so elegant!

Delphyne said...

Thanks, Nancy - I'm having fun finding poetry or haiku that goes along with the feel of my photos.