Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
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Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the powerful yet limited nature of love, suggesting that while love can achieve many things, it has its own needs and limitations.
In this quote, Emily Dickinson explores the vast capabilities of love, suggesting that it can accomplish nearly everything except for bringing the dead back to life. However, she acknowledges that love itself has its own needs and vulnerabilities—just like a living being, love requires rest and sustenance. This duality emphasizes the strength of love while also recognizing that it is not infinite and must be nurtured.
Themes
LoveLimitationsNeedsStrengthVulnerability
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a speech about the power and limitations of love.
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