He Compares the Sonnet To An Orchard

A fecund and well-tended plot of ground, the sonnet is a stage, a sacred place where thought and things aesthetic interlace, where all that charms the senses may be found. Delights of sight, propinquity and sound can crowd together in a tiny space, a parcel primed with sapience and grace, where nothing strays beyond the bower's bounds. The sonnet is an orchard, tightly trimmed, whose regularity belies its treasure. The pleasure we derive from supple-limbed and fragrant trees is matched in equal measure by fruits so beautiful and weighty, they enchant us with their erudite display.