Kathy's Birthday, Jan 21, a special poem
A Special Poem for Kathy M
THE SILKEN TENT
He 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 gentle sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is it 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.
–Robert Frost,
THE SILKEN TENT
He 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 gentle sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is it 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.
–Robert Frost,
posted by her Uncle Bernard
posted by Paschal Baute at
10:31 AM
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1 Comments:
AHHHH Uncle B...that was so sweet and thoughtful of you. Thank you so much for remembering my special day! Seems I have a Western Union telegram in my baby book sent from you to Mom and Dad when I was born. Yes, it says "Kicking my heels at the news, wish you three every blessing"
Love you Uncle Bernard
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