I Spin My Golden Web
I spin my golden web in the sun: The cherries tremble, the light is done.
A sudden wind sweeps over the bay, And carries my golden web away!
Joseph Campbell
I spin my golden web in the sun: The cherries tremble, the light is done.
A sudden wind sweeps over the bay, And carries my golden web away!
A golden web catches the sunlight while cherries tremble and the day fades. The speaker is spinning something delicate and beautiful—perhaps a real spider’s web, perhaps any careful act of creation. There is quiet pride in that bright, glowing moment.
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