Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.
Li-Young LeeRead
A bruise, blue in the muscle, you impinge upon me. As bone hugs the ache home, so I'm vexed to love you, your body the shape of returns, your hair a torso of light, your heat I must have, your opening I'd eat, each moment of that soft-finned fruit, inverted fountain in which I don't see me.
Interpretation
This quote expresses deep yearning and love, highlighting both physical and emotional connections.
In this evocative line, Li-Young Lee uses visceral imagery to convey the complexity of love, intertwining pleasure with pain. The poet reflects on the intensity of affection, likening the beloved's presence to a source of light and warmth, while acknowledging the ache that accompanies such deep emotional investment. The imagery of a 'soft-finned fruit' and 'inverted fountain' creates a sense of longing and desire, suggesting that love is both nourishing and elusive.
In practice
This quote could inspire a romantic message in a love letter.
Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.
There are days we live_x000D_ as if death were nowhere_x000D_ in the background; from joy _x000D_ to joy to joy, from wing to wing,_x000D_ from blossom to blossom to_x000D_ impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.
O love, if I regret the age when one savors you, it is not for the hour of pleasure, but for the one that follows it.
When I speak of the erotic, then I speak of it as an assertion of the life force of women; of that creative energy empowered, the knowledge and use of which we are now reclaiming in our language, our history, our dancing, our loving, our work, our lives.
I do not accept any less than someone just as real, as fabulous!
Whatever you do, crush the infamous thing, and love those who love you.
To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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