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⚗️alchemist⚗️ (npub1pt6…6mf6) short notes on ACT IV
>So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle
Gently entwist; the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
a surprisingly apt comparison. there are different types of vines as well, from strangler figs to vanilla orchids. they affect the tree they latch on to in better or worse ways, like when some people describe another's love as suffocating.
>But, my good lord, I wot not by what power
(But by some power it is) my love to Hermia,
Melted as the snow, seems to me now
As the remembrance of an idle gaud
Which in my childhood I did dote upon
imagery of spring, fitting with when the play takes place and with the lunar/solar theme in connection to love.
>These things seem small and undistinguishable,
Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
often how love appears after the fact.
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