Guest poem submitted by Divya Guru Rajan :
(Poem #445) A Noiseless Patient Spider
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, 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.
I came across this poem in an anthology of American poetry. Didn't quite realise the extent of Whitman's influence till I read Beat generation writing and learnt that he'd been one of their sources of inspiration. This might sound pompous and cliched and I might be mistaken too but what really got me about this poem is the superb manner in which he's depicted the restless wanderings of a soul, caught in a world that it can only dimly comprehend. One could relate to it as it connects on a very emotive level and the angst is almost palpable. By the way this was written in 1862. Divya. P.S A stylistical analysis is more than what my noodle can attempt and so I might have missed out on some important aspects!