Sharing Beauty and the Poetry Post Poem of the Week

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.

Walt Whitman