If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the profound joys of love and intimacy, suggesting that nothing else mattered to Paris when he was with Helen.
In this quote, Yeats evokes the image of Paris finding solace and contentment in Helen's embrace, portraying love as a powerful force that eclipses all worldly concerns. The reference to 'world's alarms' highlights how love can bring a sense of peace and refuge from external chaos, symbolized by the 'golden bed' that signifies luxury, comfort, and desire. This moment illustrates the timeless theme of love as a refuge, indicating that in the face of life's challenges, true love offers profound solace.
Themes
LoveIntimacyPeaceDesireSolace
In practice
Example use cases
This quote would be fitting to share at a wedding to emphasize the power of love.
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