It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.
The rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the courtyard, There is not sound of footfall, and the leaves Scurry into heaps and lie still, And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them: A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the transition from life to stillness and loss, using vivid imagery of nature and absence.
Ezra Pound's quote evokes a somber scene where the vibrancy of life, symbolized by the 'rejoicer of the heart,' has been subdued, leading to a quiet and still environment. The imagery of rustling silk and drifting dust creates a juxtaposition of movement and stillness, while the wet leaf symbolizes decay and the remnants of what once brought joy. The quote captures the essence of loss and the sadness that comes with it, reflecting on how life can change abruptly, leaving behind echoes of what was.
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In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used during a reading at a memorial service to reflect on loss and remembrance.
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I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever.
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