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Ether

Multitudes by Matt Kane

“  
  But now the chorus I hear and am elated,  
  A tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad notes of  
      daybreak I hear,  
  A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves,  
  A transparent base shuddering lusciously under and through the universe,  
  The triumphant tutti, the funeral wailings with sweet flutes and  
      violins, all these I fill myself with,  
  I hear not the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the exquisite  
      meanings,  
  I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving,  
      contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion;  
  I do not think the performers know themselves--but now I think  
      begin to know them.  
What Ship Puzzled at Sea  
  What ship puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?  
  Or coming in, to avoid the bars and follow the channel a perfect  
      pilot needs?  
  Here, sailor! here, ship! take aboard the most perfect pilot,  
  Whom, in a little boat, putting off and rowing, I hailing you offer.  
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, detached, 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.  
O Living Always, Always Dying  
”