If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses a quest for tranquility in nature, highlighting how peace emerges gradually.
In this quote, William Butler Yeats evokes the beauty and serenity found in nature, suggesting that true peace is not rushed but unfolds over time, especially in the early morning when the world is just awakening. The imagery of morning veils and the sound of crickets creates a calming atmosphere that represents a retreat from chaos to find inner calmness and solace.
Themes
PeaceNatureMorningSerenityCalmBeauty
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be shared at a meditation retreat to emphasize the importance of finding peace in nature.
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