A Noiseless, Patient Spider - 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, 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.

Esta es a bella metafora! Describir como sento actualmente. Acentuado ultimamente. Para la pasado  pocos mes' verdad. No me gusta.