We run with milk and bloodWhat we would give we spillThe hungry mouths are raisedWe spill we fail to fillThis cannot be restoredThis flow cannot redeemThis white's not wiped awayThough blanched we seemHowe'er I wipe and wipeHowe'er I frantic-scourThe ghost of my spilled milkMakes my Air sour.
by A.S. Byatt (0 Reviews)
The quote conveys a profound sense of loss and inadequacy, emphasizing the struggle between giving and the persistent feeling of failure. It reflects on the sacrifices made ("we spill") and the haunting realization that despite efforts, some needs cannot be fulfilled. The imagery of "milk and blood" suggests a deep emotional connection tied to nourishment and life, reinforcing that what is spilled cannot easily be reclaimed.
The speaker grapples with the permanence of their actions and regrets, as the remnants of what was lost linger in their memory ("the ghost of my spilled milk"). This highlights a feeling of inevitability, where attempts to cleanse past mistakes seem futile, leaving behind an unsettling residue that impacts their present. The passage encapsulates themes of sorrow, redemption, and the inability to escape the past.
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