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?
How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . . Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the paradox of life and death, highlighting the delicate balance between existence and mortality.
In this poignant quote, Edna St. Vincent Millay explores the interplay between life and death through the imagery of a buck and a doe. The death of the buck serves as a transformative moment, bringing both beauty and sorrow, as it connects the stark reality of mortality with the serene observation of life, embodied in the doe who remains vigilant and aware of her surroundings. This juxtaposition illustrates the eternal cycle of existence and the profound emotional responses it evokes.
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Example use cases
In a memorial speech, one might use this quote to reflect on the value of life while acknowledging the inevitability of death.
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