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.
A recent article, It’s raining spiders in Australia, showed up in my newsfeed this week. Australia is known for interesting, crazy animals and animal related stories. This is one of the those crazy times that is almost unbelievable but it’s true. According to the New York Post, usually during August and May, spiders descend on a city in New South Wales, causing the ground to be covered in what looks like snow but is actually the cotton-like thread from the spider’s webs. According to the article, this even inspired Walt Whitman’s poem.