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The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote conveys feelings of loneliness and longing, intertwined with the beauty of the night sky.
Sappho's quote reflects a moment of solitude experienced in the middle of the night, where the setting of the moon and the position of the Pleiades symbolically signify a deeper emotional state. The juxtaposition of the serene natural elements with the speaker's loneliness evokes a poignant sense of yearning for companionship or love, encapsulating the profound feelings often associated with longing in the silence of night.
Themes
MoonPleiadesLonelinessNightLoveLonging
In practice
Example use cases
In a poem about the essence of night and love, quote the line to evoke a sense of romantic solitude.
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