A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he’s still left with his hands.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes that while we may try to rid ourselves of sadness, we often still carry its remnants with us.
Richard Siken's quote poignantly expresses the struggle of dealing with sadness. Even when we attempt to cast away our sorrow, represented by the river, we are left with the emotional weight still present within us, symbolized by our hands. This illustrates that while we can try to let go of our pain, it often lingers and shapes our experience, highlighting the complexity of human emotions and the challenge of truly moving on.
In practice
During a speech about mental health, this quote can be used to illustrate the importance of acknowledging sadness.
All night I streched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone ''Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.'' Makes a cathedral, him pressing against me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
I'm saying your name in the grocery store, I'm saying your name on the bridge at dawn. Your name like an animal covered with frost, your name like a music that's been transposed, a suit of fur, a coat of mud, a kick in the pants, a lungful of glass, the sails in wind and the slap of waves on the hull.
You are playing cards with three Jeffs. One is your father, one is your brother, and the other is your current boyfriend. All of them have seen you naked and heard you talking in your sleep. Your boyfriend Jeff gets up to answer the phone. To them he is a mirror, but to you he is a room.
Everything affects my poetry, every day something happens that changes me forever. I’m susceptible and plastic, thin-skinned and moody.
how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means we're inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.
You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
You can't cling to the side your whole life, that one lesson every parent needs to teach a child is "If you don't want to sink, you better figure out how to swim
Baseball is a universe as large as life itself, and therefore all things in life, whether good or bad, whether tragic or comic, fall within its domain.
Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.
If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?
I remember my childhood as a horrible time. My mother says that nothing so horrible ever happened to me as the things that I remember.
Come children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.
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