Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.
Anna AkhmatovaRead
It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that in times of turmoil, only those who are no longer alive find true peace.
Anna Akhmatova's quote reflects on the nature of peace and happiness, implying that during periods of great strife or emotional turmoil, the only beings who have achieved true serenity are the deceased. It evokes a sense of irony in how life can be filled with suffering, while death brings an end to that pain, allowing the dead to appear content in their eternal rest.
In practice
A reflective piece during a memorial service discussing the nature of life and death.
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.
And you know, I agree to everything: I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy, Darkness will be light and sin lovely.
Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem too insignificant for our concern? Yet in my heart I never will deny her, Who suffered death because she chose to turn.
I myself, from the very beginning, Seemed to myself like someone's dream or delirium Or a reflection in someone else's mirror, Without flesh, without meaning, without a name. Already I knew the list of crimes That I was destined to commit.
If you were music I would listen to you ceaselessly And my low spirits would brighten up.
Not, not mine: it's somebody else's wound; I could never have borne it. So take the thing that happened, hide it, stick it in the ground; whisk the lamps away.
Ineluctable modality of the visible; at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read.
The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty ... a man with no loyalty in him, with no sense of love or reverence or devotion due to something outside and above his poor daily life, with its pains and pleasures, profits and losses, is as evil a case as man can be.
Being human means losing everything we love best in the world," she murmured as she released me. "But would you ask to be anything else?
From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,- Path, motive, guide, original, and end.
Ask yourselves this question: How often is Jesus inside and knocking at the door to be let out, to come out?
When people learn no tools of judgment and merely follow their hopes, the seeds of political manipulation are sown.
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