She is as in a field of 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 slightlest bondage made aware.
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This is by far, my favourite piece of Frost's. I suppose I'm just a sucker for the metaphysical poems. I enjoyed the rhyme scheme, the strength of the character, the way she is described as not only loving, but thoughtful as well. Shakespearian sonnets never cease to draw my attention to them. I could go on for ages on this one poem alone, but I suppose I'll leave it at that for now.
Kate
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Comparison of one 'thing' to another, whcih the other would be a 'woman'. Metaphorically sound piece for what it is. It's a lovely piece.
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