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A Noiseless Patient Spider
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated.
Mark'd how to explore the vast surrounding.
It launch'd forth filament, 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
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.
|Using Digital Media to Interpret Poetry:
Spiderman Meets Walt Whitman
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