Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Do you ever feel this way?

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~

Why did I put this photo and this poem together in the same post?
Through the spider ,the speaker relates his point of view about human souls. When the speaker says that the spider “launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself” he is saying something about a spider making a web..., but also about man trying to make connections with the world, to feel a part of something, or find its place in the universe.
I would like to know what you feel when you see this photo and read this poem....

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  1. Even a lovely poem cannot induce me to like spiders!

  2. You do not have to like spiders, but you can 'appreciate' them and their handiwork....

  3. The picture of the spider web is really great. I am always amazed at the delicacy of a web when I come into contact with one. The poem is very deep. Thank you for your visit and comment on my last blog. We do not have any trick-or-treaters not like when my children were growing up. My youngest grandchildren live in Washington state I do know they go out and trick-or-treat and my daughter decorates her home. I enjoy decorating for all holidays and will as long as I am able. Have a great evening. Madeline


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