...anxiety, as with the somewhat desperate "Noiseless Spider" poem. There his soul is Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing,...throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere. Implicit is the risk that the soul's seeking may fail; that...

...for a "bridge," or connection, to all things in the universe: Till the bridge you will need beform'd, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. To One Shortly to Die Summary Whitman speaks frankly but lovingly to a nameless friend who is near...

...measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.'' Like the spider in Whitman's poem and the author of the myths, we must fling the thread of our thoughts...

...unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing,...the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.M> * » ii WALT WHITMAN (1819-1892) I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, All alone stood it...

...little promontory it stood, isolated, Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding, It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament out of itself;...gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. This poem turns on a specific figural correlation between the "noiseless patient spider" and "O my...

...unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand. Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing,...gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. (1891—92 edition) Early draft lines of this poem, from 1863, show even more clearly that the spider...

...Spheres' Women, Religion, and the Family in Mid- Victorian Brantford, Ontario MARGUERITE VAN DIE ... seeking the spheres to connect them, till the bridge...gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my soul Convinced that traditional Christian belief and sensibility had lost their cogency at the end of the...

...unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing,...will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold, O Captain! My Captain! O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every...

...me restavam quinze dias antes do embarque. And you O may soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres do conect them Já subindo a Broadway, Peter Doyle se esquecera de Whitman e me falava na religião...

...unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing,...gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. 1868 Passage to India Singing my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong...