Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago
Interpretation
This quote expresses a longing for a deceased loved one, wishing to reconnect in dreams.
Christina Rossetti's quote captures the profound yearning to reunite with a lost love through dreams. The speaker conveys a desire to relive moments shared with their beloved, emphasizing that even in death, the emotional connection remains strong. The imagery of sharing breath and pulse symbolizes the deep intimacy and bond that transcends physical separation, highlighting how love can persist beyond death.
In practice
In a eulogy, expressing the desire to reconnect with a lost family member through memories.
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply I may forget.
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,_x000D_ _x000D_ To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee_x000D_ _x000D_ I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.
I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?
When I am dead, my dearest,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sing no sad songs for me
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
You may be a puzzle, but I like the way the parts fit.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
Then I think of all the tricks, all the minutes all the hours and days and weeks and months and years waiting for me. All of it without them. And I can't breathe then, like someone's stepping on my heart, Laila. So weak I just want to collapse somewhere.
you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.
She became for me an island of light, fun, wisdom where I could run with my discoveries and torments and hopes at any time of day and find welcome.
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