greykit.poetry — #soul

• 1868 [walt-whitman] A Noiseless Patient Spider
  Leaves of Grass

  A spider on a promontory flinging filament out of itself into vacant space, and the soul doing the same — ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, till the gossamer thread catches somewhere.

  #free-verse#soul#solitude#1860s
• 1609 [william-shakespeare] Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
  Shakespeare’s Sonnets

  The body as a costly mansion on a short lease, gaudily painted while the soul inside starves; the remedy is to let the flesh pine and feed the soul on its loss, buying terms divine — and so feed on Death, that feeds on men.

  #sonnet#soul#mortality#religion#1600s