Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.
Interpretation
The quote evokes a vivid image of a serene landscape and the isolation of the Lady of Shalott, suggesting themes of beauty, longing, and constraint.
This quote from Tennyson's poem describes a picturesque scene that contrasts the natural beauty of the landscape with the confinement experienced by the Lady of Shalott. It symbolizes both the allure of the outside world and the tragic circumstances of the woman who is unable to engage with it, highlighting themes of isolation, longing, and the impact of artistic perception.
In practice
This quote could be used in a literary discussion about Tennyson's work during a poetry reading event.
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
Earth is dry to the centre,_x000D_ But spring, a new comer,_x000D_ A spring rich and strange,_x000D_ Shall make the winds blow_x000D_ Round and round,_x000D_ Thro' and thro',_x000D_ Here and there,_x000D_ Till the air_x000D_ And the ground_x000D_ Shall be fill'd with life anew.
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
If artists and poets are unhappy, it is after all because happiness does not interest them.
The only logical thing I can think of is that I knew there were such things as artists, and I knew there were none where I lived. So I knew that to be an artist you had to be somewhere else. And I very much wanted to be somewhere else.
Your pictures would have been finished a long time ago if I were not forced every day to do something to earn money.
We're artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don't we?
Every grain of experience is food for the greedy growing soul of the artist.
Art is something greater and higher than our own skill or knowledge or learning. That art is something which, though produced by human hands, is not wrought by hands alone, but wells up from a deeper source, from a man's soul.
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