To see a woman long oppressed by fear come free at last is joyous and a wonder. As a poet I don't care for the stale remainder of conventional sonnetry, yet just to savor my own outpouring pleasure in this affair I must lean backward lazily, as it were, in the old romantic bed, an absconder and apostate in my era. Today I wonder where love's ideas lead me, and I don't care. Well, she is like a @3flower@1. Let's say a Turk's-cap lily. Somehow the nodding horn has lifted and its complex hazel smile has opened to the light. More, more, it has @3wafted@1 a clear high tone like a trumpet from the steppe of home to heaven, that there has never happened. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 5 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CHRISTMAS CAROL by SARA TEASDALE BUONAPARTE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AN ELECTIVE COURSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MUFFLED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON THE DEATH OF AN OLD TOWNSMAN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD BILL AND THE SUPE (A MINING CAMP BALLAD) by BERTON BRALEY |