Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.
Robert FrostRead
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware.
Interpretation
This quote reflects on the nature of love and thoughtful connections that bind us to the world around us.
In this quote, Robert Frost explores the idea that while we may not be strictly bound by any obligations, we are nonetheless connected by delicate threads of love and thought. He emphasizes that these connections are often subtle and gentle, feeling more like a soft bond rather than a strict tie, and they become apparent in the unpredictable nature of life, just as one can feel a slight tension in the air during summer.
In practice
In a wedding speech to highlight the beauty of love's connections.
Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.
You have freedom when you're easy in your harness.
God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend, But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end." God's Garden
'Warm in December, cold in June, you say?' _x000D_ _x000D_ I don't suppose the water's changed at all. _x000D_ _x000D_ You and I know enough to know it's warm _x000D_ _x000D_ Compared with cold, and cold compared with warm. _x000D_ _x000D_ But all the fun's in how you say a thing.
For, dear me, why abandon a belief, Merely because it ceases to be true, Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt, It will turn true again, for so it goes.
The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.
love is a hawk with velvet claws love is a rock with heart and veins love is a lion with satin jaws love is a storm with silken reins
The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love.
So we contemplate each other, and we want each other, and I give it life and warmth, and it gives me my reason for living.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.
I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.
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