And what a congress of stinks!- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks, Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.
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I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote explores the themes of self-discovery and personal transformation amid challenges.
The quote by Theodore Roethke reflects the complex journey of self-identity and the interplay between losing and finding oneself. The metaphor of 'long water' suggests a vast and often tumultuous experience that leads to moments of clarity and reunification with one's essence or true self, emphasizing that the process of exploration and uncertainty can ultimately lead to personal growth and understanding.
Themes
Self-DiscoveryTransformationIdentityJourneyGrowth
In practice
Example use cases
In a motivational speech, one might quote this to inspire others to embrace their struggles as part of their journey.
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