by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
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.
- I like this poem by Walt Whitman. I interpret a meaning that applies to everyone's life. It may not be the right interpretation, but is there any correct interpretation? I think this poem is
about standing alone. I think it is about that you are never alone for long and once you put yourself out there, you will be with others. i think that this is also saying that there are others out there that are in the same boat as you are. If you are alone then someone else is too, you just need to find them.