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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.

by walt whitman (1819-1892)
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nonsenso

a volte non si puo’ dare
alle domande risposte ben chiare

pero’ penso senza premesse
il senso delle cose sta nelle cose stesse

la vita, lo sai, non tutto ci fa capire
ma se accanto mi stai, il mio battito puoi sentire

reading robert frost

Into My Own
ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day         5
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track         10
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew—
Only more sure of all I thought was true.

perception of the natural world and exposure to other circles and other perspectives allow for him to ground his belief, and as this boy leaves home, he becomes more certain of himself and his convictions. what he knows to be true will only be more true to him. it is not a matter of a change in personality, one merely becomes more aware and more particular. you grow into yourself.

sabrina (1954): hepburn’s character, upon returning from a sojourn in paris, charmingly defines her refinement,

“I have learned how to live: how to be in the world and of the world.”

in short, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.

AMONG THE MULTITUDE

AMONG the men and women the multitude,

I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs,
Acknowledging none else,
          not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than I am,
Some are baffled, but that one is not–that one knows me.
 
Ah lover and perfect equal,
I meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections,
And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)