My only grudge against nature was that I could not turn my Lolita inside out and apply voracious lips to her young matrix, her unknown heart, her nacreous liver, the sea-grapes of her lungs, her comely twin kidneys.
Vladimir NabokovRead
Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Poetry connects deep, often irrational feelings with the clarity of words, allowing for a unique expression of emotions.
In this quote, Nabokov highlights the paradox of poetry, where the profound and mysterious aspects of the human experience are articulated using logical and structured language. This interplay between the emotional depth and rational expression allows poetry to convey complex feelings that may not be easily understood or expressed in everyday language, emphasizing the unique power of poetry as an art form.
Themes
PoetryEmotionLanguageExpressionIrrationalRational
In practice
Example use cases
In a workshop on creative writing, discussing the essence of poetry.
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