Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.
The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the pain of lost love and the ongoing cycle of heartbreak.
W. H. Auden's quote speaks to the sorrow of past relationships and the emotional repercussions they have on ourselves and others. The imagery of 'nightingales sobbing' evokes a sense of deep mourning, suggesting that the beauty of memories can be intertwined with sadness. It also highlights the idea that broken hearts continue to impact the world, as new love often carries the weight of past losses. Ultimately, it encourages a release of these emotions, suggesting one should let go and find solace in sleep.
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In practice
Example use cases
During a breakup support group, one might quote Auden to capture the collective experience of lost love.
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