And yet this self, contains Tides, continents and stars―a myriad selves, Is small and solitary as one grass-blade Passed over by the wind Amongst a myriad grasses on the prairie.

Cecil DayLewis
And yet this self, contains Tides, continents and stars―a myriad...
And yet this self, contains Tides, continents and stars―a myriad...
And yet this self, contains Tides, continents and stars―a myriad...
And yet this self, contains Tides, continents and stars―a myriad...
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In this quote, the poet talks about the idea of a single self. In his mind, each of us is a single piece of a greater whole called the human race. However, this idea does not stop him from celebrating that we are all individual beings. He realizes that we are all unique and that although we may be part of a greater whole, there is still a sense of our own uniqueness.

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