All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.
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I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses intimate connection and affection between lovers.
In this quote, Walt Whitman vividly describes a moment of deep intimacy and affection shared between two lovers. The imagery captures both physical closeness and emotional vulnerability, highlighting how love encompasses not just passion but also tenderness and a profound sense of connection. The act of laying together in a summer morning light symbolizes a peaceful, intimate moment, while the various tactile descriptions emphasize the deep bonds that form through physical touch and presence.
Themes
LoveIntimacyConnectionAffectionVulnerability
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding speech, one might reference the profound nature of love with this quote.
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