...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
Sylvia PlathRead
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep longing for connection and love that resonates within the speaker.
In this quote, Sylvia Plath articulates the internal struggle of a person who feels a profound sense of desire and emptiness. The imagery of a cry that seeks out something to love suggests an urgent need for emotional fulfillment and connection, emphasizing the universal yearning for love and the pain of loneliness.
In practice
During a poetry reading, one might use this quote to express the themes of love and longing found in many literary works.
...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.
You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?
I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.
It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.
You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going
Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.
There are as many loves as there are hearts.
I never told my love vocally still.
Don't we forgive everything of a lover? We forgive selfishness, desire, guile. As long as we are the motive for it...There are some European words you can never translate properly into another language.
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