If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!_x000D_ _x000D_ You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled._x000D_ _x000D_ Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring_x000D_ _x000D_ The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the universal experiences of sorrow and the call to hope.
In this quote, Yeats poetically expresses the inevitability of sorrow in life, symbolized by the 'dim tides' and 'wharves of sorrow.' However, within this sorrow lies a beckoning, a 'sweet far thing' that suggests hope and beauty amid the struggles we face, inviting us to transcend our pain and seek a brighter future.
In practice
This quote is perfect for a motivational talk about overcoming personal challenges.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
It was my first meeting with a philosophy that confirmed my vague speculations and seemed at once logical and boundless.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.
Love is created and preserved by intellectual analysis, for we love only that which is unique, and it belongs to contemplation, not to action, for we would not change that which we love.
Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
It's all a farce, - these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the year is dying.
My goal now is to remember every place I've been, only do things I love, and not say yes when I don't mean it.
Life is a fashion show, the world is your runway.
Dying is not a sin. Not living is.
By the age of 9 or 10, I knew that I had to cut my own cloth and make my own way.
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