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its a poem written by walt whitman


a noiseless spider

a noiseless, patient spider,
a mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
it lauch'd forth the filament, filament, filament, out of itself
ever unreeling them- ever tirelessly speeding them.


and you, O my souol, 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.

2006-11-14 12:05:14 · 1 answers · asked by blitzmaster20 2 in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

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I wonder if it means that his soul wants to search the world, seek out adventure, but has that "thread" to "anchor" him firmly to the real world?

2006-11-14 12:08:30 · answer #1 · answered by Silly me 4 · 1 0

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