Lost Wax" My love gives me some wax, so for once instead…
““Lost Wax" My love gives me some wax, so for once instead of words I work at something real; I knead until I see emerge a person, a protagonist; but I must overwork my wax, it loses it's resiliency, comes apart in crumbs. I take another block; this work, I think, will be a self; I can feel it forming, brow and brain; perhaps it will be me, perhaps, if I can create myself, I'll be able to amend myself; my wax, though, freezes this time, fissures, splits. Words or wax, no end to our self-shaping, our forlorn awareness at the end of which is only more awareness. Was ever truth so malleable? Arid, inadhesive bits of matter. What might heal you? Love. What might make you whole? Love. My love.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
The poet likens self‑creation to shaping wax, noting love both love and and, and the ongoing, imperfect process of becoming.
In simple terms: Self‑creation is messy and never finished.
Key Takeaway
Embrace the imperfect process of becoming.
Themes
self‑discovery
creativity
love
identity
transformation
Mood
reflective
melancholic
Type
poetic
philosophical
When to use this quote
- personal growth
- artistic practice
- relationship building
- therapy
- self‑reflection
Key Concepts
existentialism
metaphor
psychology
Questions to Reflect On
- How does love influence your sense of identity?
- Can you accept imperfection in personal growth?
A Different Perspective
Love alone may not resolve the deeper fragility of self‑shaping.