Walt Whitman – A noiseless patient spider

Listen to the poem here:


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 reeling 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.