It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.
Ezra PoundRead
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a deep desire for eternal unity with a loved one.
Ezra Pound's quote speaks to the profound nature of love and connection between two individuals, emphasizing a longing for their lives to be intertwined even after death. The repetition of 'forever' underscores the speaker's desire for an everlasting bond that transcends physical existence, highlighting the essence of true devotion and intimacy.
In practice
This quote can be used in a wedding speech to express everlasting love between partners.
It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.
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