If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a timeless quest for love, transcending age and obstacles.
This quote by William Butler Yeats portrays a deep longing and enduring dedication to a beloved, emphasizing that love remains a driving force regardless of age or distance. It encapsulates the idea of pursuing love with passion and determination, seeking reunion amidst nature's beauty, represented by the 'silver apples of the moon' and 'golden apples of the sun.'
In practice
This quote can be shared at a wedding to illustrate the timeless nature of love.
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.
Ah me! Love can not be cured by herbs.
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.
To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, either in time or in eternity.
The whole trouble lies in that people think that there are conditions excluding the necessity of love in their intercourse with man, but such conditions do not exist. Things may be treated without love; one may chop wood, make bricks, forge iron without love, but one can no more deal with people without love than one can handle bees without care.
Self-consciousness is the destroyer of erotic joy.
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