I can't imagine ever writing anything of any kind on a machine. I never tried to write either poetry or prose on a typewriter. I like to do it on useless paper, scrap paper, because it's of no importance.
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Sitting over words _x000D_ Very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing _x000D_ Not far _x000D_ Like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark _x000D_ The echo of everything that has ever _x000D_ Been spoken _x000D_ Still spinning its one syllable _x000D_ Between the earth and silence.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects the enduring nature of words and their echoes in silence.
W. S. Merwin's quote captures the profound relationship between words and silence, suggesting that every word ever spoken continues to resonate in the quiet spaces of existence. It evokes the idea that language, like the gentle sounds of nature, lingers and echoes in our lives, reminding us of the weight and significance of our communication, even in stillness.
Themes
WordsSilenceEchoLanguageCommunicationNature
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a speech about the power of communication during a literary event.
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