1) An individual spider web
identifies a species:
an order of instinct prevails
through all accidents of circumstance,
though possibility is
high along the peripheries of
spider
webs:
you can go all
around the fringing attachments
and find
disorder ripe,
entropy rich, high levels of random,
numerous occasions of accident:
2) the possible settings
of a web are infinite:
how does
the spider keep
identity
while creating the web
in a particular place?
how and to what extent
and by what modes of chemistry
and control?
it is
wonderful
how things work: I will tell you
about it
because
it is interesting
and because whatever is
moves in weeds
and stars and spider webs
and known
is loved:
in that love,
each of us knowing it,
I love you,
for it moves within and beyond us,
sizzles in
to winter grasses, darts and hangs with bumblebees
by summer windowsills:
I will show you
the underlying that takes no image to itself,
cannot be shown or said,
but weaves in and out of moons and bladderweeds,
is all and
beyond destruction
because created fully in no
particular form:
if the web were perfectly pre-set,
the spider could
never find
a perfect place to set it in: and
if the web were
perfectly adaptable,
if freedom and possibility were without limit,
the web would
lose its special identity:
the row-strung garden web
keeps order at the center
where space is freest (intersecting that the freest
“medium” should
accept the firmest order)
and that
order
diminishes toward the
periphery
allowing at the points of contact
entropy equal to entropy.
A few random poems:
- At The Gate Of A Hospital by Shahida Latif
- Signet of Eternity by Rabindranath Tagore
- Skyscrapers by Rifat Ilgaz
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб голод нас не передушил к лету… (Главполитпросвет №160)
- A Farmhouse Dirge poem – Alfred Austin
- Низами Гянджеви – Увы, на этой лужайке, где согнут страстью я,
- Minstrels by William Wordsworth
- The Ballad of the King’s Mercy by Rudyard Kipling
- For The Dead
- Portals. by Walt Whitman
- Алексей Толстой – Сижу да гляжу я всe, братцы, вон в эту сторонку
- Summer We Called Home by Vinita Agrawal
- The Old Manor House
- A Commonplace Day by Thomas Hardy
- The time has come for us to become madmen in your chain by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Adieu to a Soldier by Walt Whitman
- Aboard at a Ship’s Helm. by Walt Whitman
- A Woman Waits for Me. by Walt Whitman
- A Sight in Camp. by Walt Whitman
- A Paumanok Picture. by Walt Whitman
- A March in the Ranks, Hard-prest. by Walt Whitman
- A Leaf for Hand in Hand. by Walt Whitman
- A Hand-Mirror. by Walt Whitman
- A Farm-Picture. by Walt Whitman
- A child said, What is the grass by Walt Whitman
- The Well Of Love by Walter William Safar
- Conscience by Walter William Safar
- A Port Of Refuge Agleam With The Aura Of Love by Walter William Safar
- A poem to mankind by Walter William Safar
- A Poem Of Love by Walter William Safar
- The Huntsmen by Walter de la Mare
- The Ghost by Walter de la Mare
- Snow by Walter de la Mare
- The Mocking Fairy by Walter de la Mare
- The Keys of Morning by Walter de la Mare
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Archie Randolph Ammons (1926-2001) was an important American poet, a modern classic, Ammons wrote about our relationship to nature in a way that is both comic and solemn. His poems often address religious and philosophical matters and scenes involving nature in a manner that is almost transcendental.