She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when a sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent So that in guys it gently sways at ease And its supporting central cedar pole, That is its pinnacle to heavenward And signifies the sureness of the soul, Seems to owe naught to any single cord, But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everyone on earth the compass round, And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware.The use of an extended & unlikely metaphor is striking, producing a primary effect of sincerity & a secondary effect of high intellectual irony. Not to make too much of influence, it's worth noting that when Frost was coming into his maturity, Eliot was celebrating the Metaphysicals, especially Donne. It's just that one doesn't usually think of Frost as being one of the High Modernists -- at least I don't -- that makes this connection worth thinking about.
In a comment to an earlier post, BDR recommended this poem of Frost's, which I hadn't read since I was an undergraduate. Reading it several times over the last couple of days, it occurs to me how metaphysical the poem is. In the sense of the Metaphysical Poets of the 17th century.