Hello, I was reading some internet pages and I found these metaphors, I tried to understand them but these are particularly difficult, can anyone help me understand them, please?
Here they are:
The light flows into the bowl of the midnight sky, violet, amber and rose.
Men court not death when there are sweets still left in life to taste.
In capitalism, money is the life blood of society but charity is the soul.
Whose world is but the trembling of a flare, / And heaven but as the highway for a shell,
Fame is the fragrance of heroic deeds, / Of flowers of chivalry and not of weeds!
So I sit spinning still, round this decaying form, the fine threads of rare and subtle thought.
And swish of rope and ring of chain / Are music to men who sail the main.
Still sits the school-house by the road, a ragged beggar sunning.
The child was our lone prayer to an empty sky.
Blind fools of fate and slaves of circumstance, / Life is a fiddler, and we all must dance.
“Life blood” is the essential essence. Money is the essential basic necessity of life, but charity is its soul – provides meaning and depth.
Um… dunno. If more context was provided…
Chivalry and heroic deeds are (or should be) the source of fame, not baser acts (the weeds).
Spinning as in a spinning wheel used to make thread. Spinning thought is thinking and pondering. “Round this decaying form”? Could mean the speakers aging body, but more context is needed.
“Still” could mean “yet” or “quiet”, either works. A ragged beggar is a tramp, likely to be a raggedy old man. So “still” probably means “yet” – the dilapidated old school house still stands in the sun by the side of the road.
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We are not masters of our destiny, our lives are ruled by chance.
I’ll try these, though.