I have metrical nits (the anapestic substitutions don't seem to do anything interesting for the poem), but I love that lonely tet line 12. I wonder what this poem would be like in tetrameter (without the adjectives 'silent', 'frosty', and the repetition of 'that moves').
Those questions aside, I have a very positive emotional response to this sonnet. There's time travel and space travel; there are ideas that change, and an emotion that remains. I love the title (which adds so much depth).
Pedro.
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