Can someone please help me with a question I have on a poem by Walt Whitman?
I have a question regarding the poem "A Noiseless, Patient Spider" by Walt Whitman: How does the poem reflect Whitman's uncertainty about man's destiny?
I feel like, out of the entire poem, these lines are the most important for this question:
"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 formed, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere,
O my soul."