There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the creator of the world and the inherent suffering of existence, highlighting a struggle against wrongdoing.
A. E. Housman's quote contemplates the mystery of existence and creation, expressing a sense of despair and conflict. The speaker acknowledges the suffering in their life, indicated by the imagery of bleeding knuckles, while maintaining a moral stance against wrongdoing. This duality of pain and integrity illustrates the internal struggle faced by individuals in a complex world where the reasons for their suffering are inexplicable and often unrelated to their own actions.
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Example use cases
This quote can be used in a philosophical discussion about the nature of suffering and existence.
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