Literary notes about Stream (AI summary)
The term “stream” appears with remarkable versatility in literature, conveying both a literal sense of flowing water and a metaphor for continuous, dynamic movement. In classical works, it is portrayed as an element of nature that both guides and symbolically transforms—Shakespeare, for instance, likens it to a vagabond flag driven by the tide ([1]), while Homer depicts a divine intervention that stills its waves ([2]). Later writers extend its reach into the realm of abstract ideas: Thoreau compares time itself to a stream in which he fishes ([3]), and James uses it as a metaphor for the unfolding of thought and memory ([4]). In narratives ranging from calm journeys down a small creek ([5]) to dramatic outbursts of blood ([6]) and shedding of tears ([7]), the stream fluidly embodies the ceaseless passage of life, emotion, and history.
- This common body, Like to a vagabond flag upon the stream, Goes to and back, lackeying the varying tide, To rot itself with motion.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare - " Then the god staid his stream and stilled the waves, making all calm before him, and bringing him safely into the mouth of the river.
— from The Odyssey by Homer - Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.
— from Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau - Let us call the resting-places the 'substantive parts,' and the places of flight the 'transitive parts,' of the stream of thought.
— from The Principles of Psychology, Volume 1 (of 2) by William James - He did walk to where the road dipped down by a little stream two miles from town and then turned and walked silently back again.
— from Winesburg, Ohio: A Group of Tales of Ohio Small Town Life by Sherwood Anderson - Like serpents hissing through the air, His arrows smote the princely pair; And from their limbs at every rent A stream of rushing blood was sent.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki - I saw the tears stream down your cheeks and I wept with you.
— from The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux