Piedra de sol Death Quotes

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Quote #1

you're a tree and a cloud, all the birds
and a single star, the edge of the sword
and the executioner's bowl of blood,
[. . .]
shepherdess of valleys under the sea,
gatekeeper of the valley of the dead, (113-125)

Death is strongly related to the feminine in this poem, since the speaker's obsession is with his dead girlfriend. In these lines he compares his beloved to Persephone, goddess of the underworld. It is starting to look like the best way to get back to her is to die.

Quote #2

threatened by death that is masked and alive,
the moment plunges into itself,
into itself like a closing fist, (168-170)

Death is not a quiet, welcome force but a violent and threatening one in "Piedra de sol." Even though most of the other people in the poem are dead, death itself is alive and is coming for the speaker. We're betting he's sleeping with a nightlight tonight.

Quote #3

your mouth tastes of dust, your mouth tastes
like poisoned time, your body tastes
like a well that's been sealed [. . .] (192-194)

The beloved, who is described as so vivacious and alive earlier in the poem, is long dead. Before now she has been compared to fruit and other fertile images, but now, when the speaker finally gets to taste her, it turns out she tastes pretty rotten. This is a shock, since up to now we've been waiting for a nice memory, and suddenly things aren't quite what we expected. We imagine the speaker feels the same way.

Quote #4

[. . .] a black hole,
and there at the bottom the eyes of a girl
drowned a thousand years ago, (228-230)

These lines finally reveal the sad ending to the memory that has been causing all this trouble. These lines are huge, because they confirm that the girl from so long ago is actually dead, and has been for a while. Now we know why the speaker is so obsessed, and why he can't get back to his lost love.

Quote #5

nothing happens, you're quiet, you blink,
[. . .]
the raving, the dark sound we make
when dying and that pulsebeat of life
as it's born, and the sound of bones being crushed
in the fray and the foaming mouth of the prophet
and his scream and the scream of the hangman
and the scream of the victim… (421-455)

The speaker ponders all the possibilities for what death is: is it a quiet passage into nothingness, or a painful, noisy, horrible end? He really works through the options, too, and the noisy ones are kind of scary.

Quote #6

and your final expression, a hard mask
is formed over your changing face:
the monument that we are to a life, (482-485)

These lines give us the impression that all of life is just a long, drawn-out death. Oh, joy.