It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
Stephane MallarmeRead
A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright, To exist again, it’s enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep yearning for connection and the significance of a beloved's words.
In this quote, Mallarme beautifully captures the essence of longing and intimacy in love. The imagery of a soul trembling by a bright hearth symbolizes warmth and comfort, while the desire to borrow the beloved's breath underscores the profound need for closeness and the value of being remembered and acknowledged by someone deeply cherished.
In practice
In a romantic speech during an anniversary dinner.
It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
As for me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because this self-lust has a delightful dying fall in my soul.
The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.
The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme.
Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun; Thyself from thine affection Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye All lesser birds will take their jollity. Up, up, fair bride, and call Thy stars from out their several boxes, take Thy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and make Thyself a constellation of them all; And by their blazing signify That a great princess falls, but doth not die. Be thou a new star, that to us portends Ends of much wonder; and be thou those ends.
When I'm with you, I don't breathe quite right.
Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.
Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
When that which loves is united to the thing beloved it can rest there; when the burden is laid down it finds rest there. There will be eternal fame also for the inhabitants of that town, constructed and enlarged by him.
There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer: no disease that love will not heal: no door that enough love will not open...It makes no difference how deep set the trouble: how hopeless the outlook: how muddled the tangle: how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all. If only you could love enough you would be the happiest and most powerful being in the world.
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