I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.
Jack GilbertRead
Are the angels of her bed the angels who come near me alone in mine? Are the green trees in her window the color is see in ripe plums? If she always sees backward and upside down without knowing it what chance do we have? I am haunted by the feeling that she is saying melting lords of death, avalanches, rivers and moments of passing through, And I am replying, "Yes, yes. Shoes and pudding.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote explores the complexities of love and connection between two people, highlighting miscommunication and perception.
In this quote, Jack Gilbert reflects on the intimate yet perplexing aspects of a relationship, questioning how two individuals can perceive the same reality so differently. He uses vivid imagery to convey the haunting feelings of longing and misunderstanding, suggesting that despite deep emotional connections, there may be a significant gap in understanding each other's experiences and thoughts. The juxtaposition of profound observations with mundane responses underscores the challenge of real communication in love.
Themes
LoveCommunicationRelationshipsPerceptionIntimacy
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about modern relationships, one might quote this to illustrate the challenges of understanding one another.
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