And what a congress of stinks!- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks, Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.
Theodore RoethkeRead
All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love involves deep desire and patience, requiring a clear vision of what one truly seeks.
The quote by Theodore Roethke highlights the essence of love as a journey filled with longing and endurance. It suggests that lovers passionately desire their connection, yet must also summon a vision of purity in their emotions and intentions, emphasizing the importance of clarity and authenticity in love.
Themes
LoveLongingVisionEndurancePurity
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding speech, one might say this quote to emphasize the beauty of enduring love.
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By daily dying, I have come to be.
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The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
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