Our new poetry post has been an interesting experiment, thus far. People pull up in their cars and run to the post expecting to see a For Sale flier for our house. Nope. Others, shake their head at the same old poem still sitting there. Hey, I have Puppy Brain and I fell behind...OK? Geez. Then there are those who take a poem with them and that is the magical part of this garden feature. Along with the beauty of my plants, I'm sharing words strung together like beautiful jewels on a necklace. I'm sharing beauty. And isn't that what growing a garden is all about?
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, 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.