@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...MONADNOC by RALPH WALDO EMERSON VICKSBURG by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE KILLED AT THE FORD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WORK by ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN GRACE AND STRENGTH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |