There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest? 'Tis that every mother's son Travails with a skeleton. Lie down in the bed of dust; Bear the fruit that bear you must; Bring the eternal seed to light, And morn is all the same as night.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the inevitability of life's struggles and the inescapable nature of mortality.
In this poem, A. E. Housman explores the universal plight of humanity, suggesting that each person carries their own burdens, represented metaphorically as a 'skeleton.' The refrain underscores the idea that life is a continuous cycle of struggle and aging, and regardless of our wanderings and endeavors, we all face the same ultimate fate—accepting our mortality and the responsibilities that come with life.
Themes
MortalityStruggleLifeBurdenExistence
In practice
Example use cases
In a reflection on life's challenges, I shared this quote at a philosophy seminar.
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