Sunday, July 29, 2012

Sunday Muse

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 from "Leaves of Grass"


  1. beautiful beads on a silk necklace. :)

  2. Wonderful words - I have that poem somewhere...maybe time to read it again! Lovely photo - spiderwebs make the best photographs, especially in the early morning dew!

  3. That looks like s string of pearls...