I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,β The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.
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Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses the struggle of trying to forget someone who brought warmth and comfort to our lives.
In this poignant excerpt by Emily Dickinson, the speaker personifies the heart as a companion that needs to forget a beloved individual together. It reflects the heaviness of emotional memory and the shared responsibility in the act of moving on from the warmth and light that the person once provided, highlighting the pain of letting go and the desire to heal.
Themes
ForgetHeartWarmthLightLoveLoss
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be shared during a support group meeting for those experiencing heartache.
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