We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.
Interpretation
This quote reflects a shared existence in a vibrant and lively environment.
In this quote, Edgar Allan Poe evokes an image of a magical and idyllic place where two beings coexist under a warm sun. The 'Valley of the Many Colored Grass' symbolizes a rich and colorful life full of beauty, suggesting that their togetherness flourishes in this vivid setting. It speaks to the harmony found in companionship amid the splendor of nature.
In practice
This quote perfectly encapsulates the joy of friendship during a speech at a wedding.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.
Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy - an ecstatic intuition - and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes.
...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.
I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. "Death," I said, "any death but that of the pit!" Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burning iron to urge me?
In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.
The way I see it, the earth is going to be here after we're dead and gone. Even if it's a polluted planet, and they messed it up. Where do they go from here - to another planet so they can mess that up too?
All these other creatures have an equal right to exist here. We have no prior rights to the Earth than anybody else, and if they're here, let's give them a chance to survive.
Nature gropes and blunders and performs the crudest acts. There is no steady advance upward. There is no design.
Nature has given us two ears but only one mouth.
The subtlety of nature is greater many times over than the subtlety of the senses and understanding.
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.
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