A Noiseless Patient Spider Comments

I wrote the poem 'Patient Spider Creator Master Of Its Own Time Web Intentions', inspired by the poem 'A Noiseless Patient Spider', by the poet Walt Whitman and dedicated to Walt Whitman.

p2with his own soul 'in measureless oceans of space'; both cast ceaselessly attempting to connection to differing realities, the spider will build a physical bridge web, Whitman attempts a mind connection to somewhere not defined.

p1Fascinating contrasts, Walt Whitman fixes the spider in an exact isolated location, exploring interacting with vast surrounding, with 'filament, filament, filament, out of itself; '. Whitman makes an exploration of the mind

Powerful and meaningful poem. So well crafted.

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. beautiful poem great 10+++++++++++++++++

Minute observation of the poet regarding the silent and consistent efforts of a spider to form it's net and it's comparison with his soul's unending attempts to discover it's connects have made the poem a spirituality based and has given it deep meaning.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand, Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, great poem

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This is a good poem for love thank you so much music time now

No venom in chelicerae! can't inject with venom! Eight legs are crawling silently google eyes! silence of fabrication breezy of south window swinging spider web sleepless eyes are in drowsiness drizzling coolness touches there everything a banned home! home of wayfarer since the birth of my sense haunted words of writing are on the wall everything is near of me- a dissected sense of insanity noiseless mad!

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.

So beautiful writings of this poem which narrates the minute details of world tragic moments.

Well communicated! Sylva

Read this poem some time back. it left the impression that I can't forget. Just superb. Once I saw a spider in its web. The atmosphere was as such that I ended up writing that impression.

Nice, symbolism of life.

A noiseless, patient spider and, Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul. A comparison 'tween soul's act and the act of spider and insisted keep patience, be patient..and this is the best thing..

i like how you approached this topic.this is brilliant poetry

nice and awesome poem from the great poet.

Life, it needs structure.

I'm beginning to think Mr Straw doesn't like any poetry from the past. Mind you his own poetrys not much to write home about in my opinion. Of course those who can do and in this case can't criticise. Nowhere in the poem does Whitman say a spider has thought or conscious actions so I'm not sure where he got that from.