"A careless shoestring in whose tie
I see a wild civility;"
This poem describes the speaker's love of chaos over perfect order. Instead of a neat world, the speaker prefers things to be in disorder. This disorder doesn't overthrow all order; it simply makes the world a bit more unique. The oxymoron is "wild civility." Even though there is underlying order in the world, there are still details left to chaos. This strongly reminded me of Brave New World, where everything had its place. I agree with the author that I prefer a bit of "wild civility" to the rigidness of a world like that described in Brave New World.
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