O wind, songs have ye in her name? Plucked her did ye from…
““O wind, songs have ye in her name? Plucked her did ye from midnight blasted millyard winds and made her renown ring in stone and brick and ice? Hard implacable bridges of iron cross her milk of brows? God bent from his steel arc welded her a hammer of honey and of balm? The rutted mud of hardrock Time . . . was it wetted, springified, greened, blossomied for me to grow in nameless bloodied lutey naming of her? Wood on cold trees would her coffin bare? Keys of stone rippled by icy streaks would ope my needy warm interiors and make her eat the soft sin of me? No iron bend or melt to make my rocky travail ease--I was all alone, my fate was banged behind an iron door, I'd come like butter looking for Hot Metals to love, I'd raise my feeble orgone bones and let them be rove and split the half and goop the big sad eyes to see it and say nothing. The laurel wreath is made of iron, and thorns of nails; acid spit, impossible mountains, and incomprehensible satires of blank humanity--congeal, cark, sink and seal my blood--””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A surreal meditation on struggle, transformation, and the harshness of modern existence, using industrial and natural imagery to convey inner conflict.
In simple terms: A vivid, chaotic reflection on personal hardship and change.
Key Takeaway
Embrace resilience amid harsh realities.
Themes
struggle
transformation
industrial imagery
inner conflict
surrealism
Mood
intense
reflective
melancholic
Type
poetic
philosophical
literary
When to use this quote
- creative writing
- personal reflection
- mental health coping
- artistic expression
Key Concepts
existentialism
modernism
symbolism
Questions to Reflect On
- How do you find meaning in chaotic experiences?
- What symbols represent your personal struggles?
A Different Perspective
The dense metaphor may obscure clarity for some readers.