Sunday, February 1, 2009

Poetry on Sunday

In honor of the crew of the Space Shuttle Columbia, who were lost during re-entry on this day in 2003.


A Noiseless Patient Spider
by Walt Whitman

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.

1 comment:

  1. no wonder decorno loves you. what's not to love?

    vast brilliance, and beautiful.

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