If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The speaker finds solace and inspiration in the memory of a loved one during moments of rest or indulgence.
In this quote, William Butler Yeats expresses the profound impact that love has on his consciousness. He reveals that whether he is drifting into sleep or enjoying a drink, the thought of his beloved always resurfaces, indicating that their presence is deeply embedded in his mind and emotions. This highlights the intertwining of love with one's inherent experiences, suggesting that true love transcends circumstances and remains a constant source of joy and comfort.
Themes
LoveMemoryComfortInspirationEmotion
In practice
Example use cases
In a romantic speech at a wedding, one could share this quote to express the lasting impact of love.
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