I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone. Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea -- We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.
Interpretation
This quote expresses longing and a shared appreciation for nature between loved ones, capturing the beauty of moments spent together.
In this quote, Sara Teasdale reflects on the deep emotional connection between two people through their shared experiences with nature, particularly the sound of the waves. The imagery of the beach and the waves symbolizes not only the beauty of the world around them but also the impermanence of life and the lasting impact of their bond, suggesting that even in death, their memories will remain intertwined through these sensory experiences.
In practice
This quote can be shared at a memorial service to highlight the enduring bond of love beyond life.
As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, _x000D_ _x000D_ Float in the garden when no wind blows, _x000D_ _x000D_ Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows; _x000D_ _x000D_ So the old tunes float in my mind, _x000D_ _x000D_ And go from me leaving no trace behind, _x000D_ _x000D_ Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.
From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.
Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken, Tired with summer.
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
For I shall learn from flower and leaf, That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold.
Until I lose my soul and lie Blind to the beauty of the earth, Deaf though shouting wind goes by, Dumb in a storm of mirth; Until my heart is quenched at length And I have left the land of men, Oh, let me love with all my strength Careless if I am loved again.
Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead.
It's just the most amazing thing to love a dog, isn't it? It makes our relationships with people seem as boring as a bowl of oatmeal.
Didn't you know that people hide love like a flower too precious to be picked?
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
One word _x000D_ _x000D_ Frees us of all the weight and pain of life:_x000D_ _x000D_ That word is love.
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.
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