Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
Wallace StevensRead
The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that change is a constant in life, and one must adapt to keep moving forward.
In this quote, Wallace Stevens highlights the inevitability of change through the imagery of a river's movement and a blackbird in flight. The flowing river symbolizes the passage of time and the continuous changes in life, while the flying blackbird represents the need for individuals to embrace change and remain adaptable in an ever-evolving world.
In practice
This quote can be used in a motivational speech to encourage adaptability in times of change.
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The lime trees were in bloom. But in the early morning only a faint fragrance drifted through the garden, an airy message, an aromatic echo of the dreams during the short summer night.
And let them pass, as they will too soon, _x000D_ _x000D_ With the bean-flowers' boon, _x000D_ _x000D_ And the blackbird's tune, _x000D_ _x000D_ And May, and June!
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