Last night, at the end of her lecture, Miriam Udel Lambert read a sonnet by Robert Frost that I found moving and beautiful:

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 everyone 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.

Jeez, that guy can write! [Tags: miriam_udel_lambert robert_frost poetry]

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