Fragile as a spider's web
hanging in space
between tall grasses,
it is torn again and again.
A passing dog
or simply the wind can do it.
Several times a day
I gather myself together
and spin it again.
Spiders are patient weavers.
They never give up.
And who knows
what keeps them at it?
Hunger, no doubt,
and hope.
May Sarton 1912-1995
Good morning, Inger. A gentle, beautiful post. I'm glad I'm not a spider--too much work!
ReplyDeletei always feel terrible when i walk into a web and ruin so many hours of work!
ReplyDeletethank you for your comment on my amber waves of grain photo. really made me smile!
Not a big spider fan here, but beautiful words!
ReplyDeleteI don't care for spiders and this year we have a lot of them. Pretty prose though.
ReplyDeleteI love this! It really captures what I'm feeling right now. Like the spider, my hunger and hope keep me going, even though everything I've wrought keeps crumbling around me. But I pick myself up, and I start over. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteDo you mind if I steal this poem for my blog? As they say, imitation is the highest form of flattery!
Inger spiders webs can be so beautiful ~ I once walked into one and not only did I gather the web but I also had the spider ~
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely poem ~ Ally x
Years ago I read all of May Sarton's journal and became a fan. I'm not that familiar with her poetry, but as it did for Shannon, I also did for me. I tried so hard and worked so hard to get well and then, yet again,
ReplyDeleteI got hurt and unable to do any of the spring work around here. But, like the spider, hope and hunger keep me going. Shannon, you may copy the poem, just not it is by May Sarton.
Thanks for your comments and have a nice day.
Oops, I made a lot of mistakes in my comments above. Sloppy, yes, but I just woke up from a short nap, so please bear with me. And for some reason, I can't drink coffee in the afternoons. Excuses, yes, I know.
ReplyDeleteSpider webs are beautiful, especially after a nice rain. And you're so right about their diligence: if someone rips their work into a thread, they just start back at the beginning again.
ReplyDeleteWe should all have the perseverance of a spider.
ReplyDeletebeautiful reflections :)
ReplyDeleteSpiders indeed are hard workers
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Spiders are scary when they're big, and irritating when small, but this poem helps me see that they are also beautiful:)
ReplyDeletelovely poem. Really like it. Good morning...
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I too have wondered and watched these amazing creatures......very meditative. I think they are so persistent because they need to be healthy and ready to lay all those eggs before they die.
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