If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses a deep affection and longing for a loved one who is growing and changing.
In this quote, William Butler Yeats reflects on the emotional intensity of love and the bittersweet nature of growth and change. As the speaker kisses their beloved, they are filled with both joy and sorrow, contemplating how their connection will evolve as the beloved matures and possibly moves away from their current state. It encapsulates the idea that love is powerful and filled with both moments of closeness and the inevitable distance that comes with time.
Themes
LoveLongingChangeGrowthAffection
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used during a wedding toast to highlight the journey of love.
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