It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious
Interpretation
This quote conveys the intense and transformative power of love and desire.
Anne Sexton's evocative imagery in this quote illustrates how love can blossom unexpectedly, much like a morning-glory flower. The metaphor of the flower blooming in one's throat signifies the deep emotional expression of love, while the blue pollen eating into the heart represents its consuming and sacred nature, capturing the profound impact love can have on one's identity and emotions.
In practice
This quote could be used in a romantic speech to express deep feelings.
The Witch's Life" When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she peered from her second story window from behind the wrinkled curtains and sometimes she would open the window and yell: Get out of my life! She had hair like kelp and a voice like a boulder. I think of her sometimes now and wonder if I am becoming her.
Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven.
Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.
Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.
I find now, swallowing one teaspoon of pain, that it drops downward to the past where it mixes with last year’s cupful and downward into a decade’s quart and downward into a lifetime’s ocean. I alternate treading water and deadman’s float.
I am your dwarf. I am the enemy within. I am the boss of your dreams. See. Your hand shakes. It is not palsy or booze. It is your Doppelganger trying to get out. Beware...Beware...
Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
God will judge us not according to how much we endured, but how much we could love
Now it’s high watermark and floodtide in the heart and time to go. The sea-nymphs in the spray will be the chorus now. What’s left to say? Suspect too much sweet-talk but never close your mind. It was a fortunate wind that blew me here. I leave half-ready to believe that a crippled trust might walk and the half-true rhyme is love.
I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me
The closer I'm bound in love to you, the closer I am to free.
under our love making I felt a bleakness that couldnt be dispelled. The sadness was in both of us, and I think we pitied ourselves that night, as if we were other people looking down on the couple who lay together on the bed
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