Sunday, November 27, 2011

Sunday Poetry Post

Looking For a Place to Hide from Winter

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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, 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.


  1. Stopping by for a Sunday hi before I dive into my crazy day. I won't be online for the week, most likely - gonna practice living unwired for a few days and see how real life looks when it's not viewed on a laptop screen!

    Have a stellar Sunday and week ahead, folks. Enjoy oozing into the season of love, and hopefully not from the inside of a store!

    And if you need to hide from winter, come on down! :)

  2. That pic conjured up a different poem for me, one that was featured here once. "I lifted up my boot and stomped / the little G— d— fool."

    Beth, enjoy your week. I'm sure you will, once you get past the online jitters.

    Thanks for all the b-day wishes yesterday. This phucker would appreciate more phucking, but not the kind I got yesterday. Mrs. Fetched decided this would be the perfect day for hanging outdoor lights — and like anything else she does, it's an exercise of excess. We spent the latter half of the afternoon hanging lights along the eaves, then they only worked for a couple minutes. I hope it's just the internal fuses.

  3. Great picture, even though I am not fond of spiders.

    Beth, have fun being unwired.

    Farf, I hope it is internal fuses and you don't have to hang anything else.

    Enjoy the Sunday, all.

  4. Andi, as Farf knows my husband is the same age as he is. :) Just a few months younger is all.

    I'm tired. L. Tryptophan phhhtphttt.

  5. Hi all,

    Beth, we don't try to hid from winter too much. We sort of embrace it. We just get tired of it.

    Farf, sorry for the Morris Bishop-esque reaction. I sort of like the creepy crawlies. The sorting hat would have probably put me into Slitheren.

    Dina, the spider and I thank you.

    Janet, waking up at 2:30 in the morning had more to do with my Thanksgiving stupor than poultry enzymes.

    I hope everyone had a Thanksgiving weekend to be thankful for.