Every twenty years or so the earth renews itself in young maidens. You know what I mean? Her cheeks had the perfect form that belongs to the young; her hair was kinky gold. Her teeth were white and posted on every approach. She was all sweet corn and milk. Blessings on her hips. Blessings on her thighs. Blessings on her soft little fingers which were somewhat covered by the cuffs of her uniform. Blessings on that rough gold. A wonderful little thing; her attitude was that of a pal or playmate, as is common with Midwestern young women
by Saul Bellow
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The passage describes a cyclical rejuvenation of the earth through the imagery of young women, highlighting their beauty and vivacity. It emphasizes the physical attributes that symbolize youth, such as perfect cheeks, golden hair, and white teeth. These traits contribute to an impression of innocence and vitality, evoking a sense of admiration for the freshness and liveliness that they represent. The language is vivid, painting a picture of a young maiden who embodies the essence of springtime renewal.

The specific blessings attributed to her features suggest a celebratory reverence for femininity and youth. This young woman's demeanor reflects a playful and friendly nature, common among young women of the Midwest, indicating a connection to cultural values of warmth and camaraderie. The focus on her physicality and approachable spirit underscores the powerful allure and charm that youth can convey in Bellow's work, capturing the reader's attention with lush descriptions and an underlying appreciation for life's renewal through the next generation.

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