Poetry Thursday - The Silken Tent by Robert Frost

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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 slightlest bondage made aware. 

Robert Frost

An analysis of the poem is here: "The whole thing is written in a perfectly balanced structure, like a tent, and can be read in this way; it is considered to be a perfect sonnet example by many."

Robert Lee Frost (1874-1963) was an American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published in America. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. He won four Pullizer prizes, had six children, and is noted for his irony.