A playful appropriation of some deliberately clunky metaphors manages to find startling life in them
Poem for Professor Frye
… ‘the pale dawn of longing’, ‘the broken collar-bone of silence’, ‘the massive eyelids of time’, ‘the crimson tree of love’. I have made these up myself, and they are free to any poet who wants them …
Northrop Frye, Anatomy of Criticism