Today’s Poem: A Noiseless Patient Spider
Revisiting Whitman

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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, 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. ═══════════════════════
In 1723, the twenty-year-old Jonathan Edwards (1703–1758) — author of the 1741 “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God,” the most enduringly famous sermon of the First Great Awakening in America — sent to Paul Dudley, a Massachusetts resident but also a member Royal Society of London, an epistolary essay entitled “The Spider Letter.”
Edwards’s acute observation of the habits of New England’s “flying” or ballooning spiders illuminates not only his dual interests in theology and what was then still known as “natural philosophy,” but also his placement on an intellectual timeline that begins with Aristotle, encompasses Isaac Newton, and ends — or begins to distill into what we think of simply as science — during Charles Darwin’s lifetime (1809–1882).
As a response to this general development, Walt Whitman (1819–1892) composed (as Joseph Bottum has noted) his 1865 anti-science poem, “When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer.” In 1868, he followed this protest with a poem drawing on Edwards’s old interest in natural philosophy.
Today’s Poem, “A Noiseless Patient Spider,” connects Whitman to the natural-philosophy tradition, if not the theology, of Jonathan Edwards, as it borrows and revises Edwards’s favorite figure, the ballooning spider. In “The Spider Letter,” Edwards marvels at the spider’s capacity to spin “sails” for itself and “fly,” and associates these marvels with the goodness of the Creator “who hath not only provided for all necessities, but also for the pleasure and recreation of all sorts of creatures.” For Edwards, natural philosophy serves a set of theological propositions, pointing both to their truth claims and to the divine presence that underwrites those claims.
Whitman’s poem comments on this impulse itself, similarly figured in the action of the spider but fundamental to the human soul: the need to “connect” “spheres” of knowledge, to synthetize and make sense of seen and unseen reality, and above all, not to be “isolated” in the cosmos of the individual mind.
The poem’s two five-line stanzas, though neither rhymed nor strictly metrical, echo the repetitive cadences of biblical poetry. Metrically, each five-line stanza moves from an accentual tetrameter in the first line to the accentual pentameter which suggests itself as a kind of baseline pulse in the poem. In the second stanza, however, line three expands to heptameter, while four and five contract to hexameter. The looseness of the meter echoes the uncertain but persistent movements of the spider, and then of the human soul, as it creeps, spins, ventures, and launches itself on slender filaments, hoping to catch, land on, and connect with something solid.





I love this--and I love the reminder that the academic disciplines were once upon a time not so divorced from each other. An acute observer and recorder of natural phenomena was also a theologian and a philosopher. One of the reasons I love educating my children at home is that we are able to de-emphasize the lines between subjects. When we read literature, we are also studying science, architecture, history--even horticulture! And the best authors, as well as scholars, include minute data and details from all these pockets of human knowledge and experience.
Swift's "Battle of the Books," published almost 19 years before Edwards' letter, pits the spider, symbol of the moderns, against the bee, representative of the ancients. The spider "spins and spits wholly from himself, and scorns to own any obligation or assistance from without," while the bee visits "all the flowers and blossoms of the field and garden" to "fill [its] hives with honey and wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light."
Whitman and Swift are in different metaphysical worlds but I understand them in conversation with each other. I recognize my experience in Whitman's tentative exploration of the world by casting filaments abroad, behavior not unlike Swift's bee flying at random from blossom to blossom. I recognize the arrogant modernist rejection of history and tradition in the scorn of Swift's spider.