The Silken Tent
She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To every thing on earth the compass round,
And only by one's going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware.
For me, that one can read this sonnet and be unaware on first read that it is but one sentence - that impressed me when I realized it. It flows from line to line shifting tone yet "taut" when the paradoxical twist that ties, or boundaries, offer connection while losing a sense of independence. There is freedom in anonymity, yet no significance or meaning; therefore, love is not possible.
She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To every thing on earth the compass round,
And only by one's going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware.
For me, that one can read this sonnet and be unaware on first read that it is but one sentence - that impressed me when I realized it. It flows from line to line shifting tone yet "taut" when the paradoxical twist that ties, or boundaries, offer connection while losing a sense of independence. There is freedom in anonymity, yet no significance or meaning; therefore, love is not possible.
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