To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment
Galway KinnellRead
Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight, when I come back we will go out together, we will walk out together among, the ten thousand things, each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects the enduring connection of love even in the face of mortality.
In this poignant line, Galway Kinnell captures the beauty and complexity of love amidst the inevitability of death. The imagery of the moonlight and the act of walking together symbolizes a deep bond that transcends time and mortality, suggesting that love continues to flourish despite the fleeting nature of life. The 'wages of dying is love' emphasizes that the ultimate reward or consequence of life and death is the love we experience and share.
Themes
LoveMortalityConnectionBeautyTranscendenceExperience
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding ceremony, one might use this quote to emphasize the depth of love.
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