I recently rediscovered ‘Poem for the Day Two,’ a day by day anthology of poems and poetic trivia for each day of the year. It had been languishing on my shelf for years but in a fit of determined self education I am determinedly reading each day’s entry through matchsticked eyes before bed.
Yesterday’s poem, though not at all in keeping with the wind and rain of September, has stuck in my head, so I thought I’d pop it up here. I am shamefully only familiar with Robert Frost’s famous poem ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ so it was lovely to read some more of his work. I especially like line ten- it reflects on a completely different view of being ‘tied down’ to our obligations, relationships, family and responsibilities.
- The Silken Tent
- She is as in a field a silken tent
- At midday when a 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 everything 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.