To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment
Galway KinnellRead
When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me hard, as if clinging could save us. I think you think I will never die, I think I exude to you the permanence of smoke or stars, even as my broken arms heal themselves around you.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote describes a deep emotional connection and the desire for permanence in love amidst the impermanence of life.
In this quote, Galway Kinnell reflects on a profound moment of intimacy between two people, illustrating the yearning for stability and security in a loving relationship. The imagery evokes both tenderness and fragility, suggesting that while love offers comfort and connection, there is an underlying awareness of life's transience, encapsulated in the metaphor of permanence found in the natural world, like smoke or stars.
Themes
LoveConnectionIntimacyPermanenceFragility
In practice
Example use cases
Sharing this quote at a wedding to highlight the beauty of eternal love.
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