O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.
Robert BridgesRead
So sweet love seemed that April morn. When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change.
Interpretation
This quote captures the deep and seemingly unchanging sweetness of love experienced in a moment of intimacy.
In this quote, Robert Bridges reflects on a tender moment shared in April, symbolizing new beginnings and the freshness of love. The imagery of kissing beside a thorn highlights the beauty intertwined with potential pain, suggesting that while love feels perfect and unchanging in the moment, it is subject to the inevitable changes of time and circumstance.
In practice
Sharing this quote during a wedding ceremony to celebrate the beauty of love.
O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.
But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.
Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.
Be kinder to yourself. And then let your kindness flood the world.
The mechanics of love imply some sort of bridge between the sensual and the spiritual, sometimes to the point of deification; the notion of an afterlife is implicit not only in our couplings, but also in our separations.
You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you; I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we shared, at some moment, the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage.
There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From its springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.
The ecstatic insanity of romantic pursuit can be so enhanced by music that entire romantic conquests, victories and ruinous, crushing defeats can be tied to songs to such a degree that it's almost unbearable to listen to them again, as they bring back the memories so vividly.
Axiom: you are a sea. Your eye- lids curve over chaos My hands where they touch you, create small inhabited islands soon you will be all earth: a known land, a country.
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