I keep trying to like Whitman, and I just can't. A defect in myself. Thanks for the excellent discussion of the poem, which at least helps me to appreciate it.
Thanks for this! Whitman's poem portraying the spider and then the soul's repeated launchings of filaments hoping to catch somewhere in the measureless oceans of space brought me a frisson of fear. It reminded me of how scary my life was when I thought I was on my own. But that was before I came to know the universe is not empty but is filled with the glory of our loving God.
I keep trying to like Whitman, and I just can't. A defect in myself. Thanks for the excellent discussion of the poem, which at least helps me to appreciate it.
Thanks for this! Whitman's poem portraying the spider and then the soul's repeated launchings of filaments hoping to catch somewhere in the measureless oceans of space brought me a frisson of fear. It reminded me of how scary my life was when I thought I was on my own. But that was before I came to know the universe is not empty but is filled with the glory of our loving God.
Has always been my favorite poem
Wonderful. Aptly describes my wandering through Substack.
Just launching out filament, filament, filament . . .