I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty - a sunken beauty.
Jean GenetRead
If a seperate personal Paradise exists for each of us mine must irreparably be planted with trees of words which the wind silvers like poplars, by people who see their confiscated justice given back, and by birds that even in the midst of the truth of death insist on singing in Greek and saying, eros, eros, eros.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects the personal nature of paradise, shaped by language, justice, and enduring love in the face of mortality.
Odysseas Elytis expresses the idea that each individual's paradise is unique and deeply influenced by personal expressions such as language and the quest for justice. He uses imagery of trees, wind, and birds to symbolize the cultivation of thoughts and emotions, and ultimately highlights the resilience of love ('eros') that persists even amidst the harsh realities of life, such as death.
Themes
ParadiseWordsJusticeLoveDeathNature
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about personal growth, you might say, 'As Odysseas Elytis puts it, our separate paradises are filled with the trees of our own words.'
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