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
What this quote means
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.
Themes
LoveYearningConnectionIntensityDesireLonging
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could inspire a romantic message in a love letter.
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