A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
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Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder still, Form in the shadows of the trees, - Things that you could not spare And live, or so you thought, yet these All gone, and you still there, A man no longer what he was, Not yet the thing he planned.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the complex nature of identity and the weight of memories.
Edna St. Vincent Millay's quote delves into the struggle of reconciling one's past with the present. It beautifully captures the essence of how memories can weigh heavily on us, particularly during reflective moments, like under the glow of the moon. The speaker feels a disconnection from their former self and grapples with the transformation that time inevitably brings. This sense of uncertainty about one's identity marks a powerful contemplation on the nature of existence and the passage of time.
Themes
IdentityMemoriesTransformationReflectionTime
In practice
Example use cases
During a literary discussion about the impact of memories on identity.
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