Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.
Interpretation
This quote expresses admiration for Walt Whitman’s poetic beauty and creativity.
Federico Garcia Lorca’s quote highlights the profound impact of Walt Whitman’s work, suggesting that even in his physical aging, he retains a vibrant and artistic spirit. The imagery of a beard full of butterflies symbolizes creativity and transformation, reflecting how Whitman's poetry continues to inspire and enchant the observer.
In practice
This quote can be used in a literary discussion about the influence of poets.
The wounds were burning like suns at five in the afternoon, and the crowd broke the windows At five in the afternoon. Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon! It was five by all the clocks! It was five in the shade of the afternoon!
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain's tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.
The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they may drink - and in drinking understand themselves.
Death laid its eggs in the wound
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.
New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world's greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.
I bid the chords sweet music make, And all must follow in my wake.
Film in the 20th century, it's the American art form, like jazz.
When I was a kid, I took 'The Brady Bunch' and 'The Partridge Family' very seriously. It was a world to me in the same way that the Greek myths would have been had I read them. You know, Marcia is Athena and Mr. Brady is Zeus.
All they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with a rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.
I think the way kids create is so inspiring. They're drawing a picture? They love the picture they drew; they're not tortured about it.
I've seen my own blood and broken a few bones. I've been hit, which isn't an entirely bad thing, as at least you have a glimpse of the suffering endured by the people you are photographing. And in a sense, crumbling empires and war have been with me all my life.
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