If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
Although our love is waning, let us stand by the lone border of the lake once more, together in that hour of gentleness. When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on a love that is fading but emphasizes the importance of cherishing moments together.
In this quote, William Butler Yeats conveys the idea that even as love diminishes over time, it is vital to cherish and share moments of tranquility and connection with a loved one. The imagery of standing by the lake signifies a peaceful time that allows for reflection on the relationship, especially when passion, likened to a tired child, rests. This illustrates a poignant blend of nostalgia and tenderness that can accompany the evolution of love.
Themes
LoveNostalgiaTogethernessPassionGentlenessRelationship
In practice
Example use cases
In a wedding speech celebrating enduring love amid challenges.
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