A studio, like a poem, is an intimacy and a freedom you can look out from, into each part of your life and a little beyond.
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I thought I would love you forever—and, a little, I may, in the way I still move toward a crate, knees bent, or reach for a man: as one might stretch for the three or four fruit that lie in the sun at the top of the tree; too ripe for any moment but this, they open their skin at first touch, yielding sweetness, sweetness and heat, and in me, each time since, the answering yes.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses a deep, enduring affection that has the sweetness of a memorable connection.
In this quote, Jane Hirshfield reflects on the nature of love, suggesting that while the initial passion may fade, the deep emotional connection and the memories associated with it persist. She uses the metaphor of reaching for ripe fruit to illustrate moments of desire and fulfillment, capturing the essence of how love evolves yet remains impactful over time.
Themes
LoveEnduranceSweetnessMemoryAffection
In practice
Example use cases
A wedding speech where the speaker reflects on lasting love.
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