@3To WRITE a sonnet needs a quiet mind@1.... I paused and pondered, tried again. @3To write@1.... Raising the sash, I breathed the winter night: Papers and small hot room were left behind. Against the gusty purple, ribbed and spined With golden slots and vertebrae of light Men's cages loomed. Down sliding from a height An elevator winked as it declined. Coward! There is no quiet in the brain -- If pity burns it not, then beauty will: Tinder it is for every blowing spark. Uncertain whether this is bliss or pain The unresting mind will gaze across the sill From high apartment windows, in the dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST THE AFFLICTION OF MARGARET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CAPITAL SQUARE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON OF BENEVOLENCE: AN EPISTLE TO EUMENES by JOHN ARMSTRONG |