"I worshipped dead men for their strength, forgetting I was strong"
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A confession with a sting: the line skewers hero-worship as a subtle form of self-erasure. “Worshipped” isn’t casual admiration; it’s devotion, the kind that kneels. And the object of that devotion is telling: “dead men.” They’re safely canonized, beyond contradiction, their “strength” embalmed into myth. The speaker’s mistake isn’t simply misjudgment, it’s displacement - outsourcing authority to a pantheon because it feels cleaner than owning power in the present.
Sackville-West, writing in a culture that trained women to borrow legitimacy from male lineage, turns the sentence into a quiet jailbreak. The dead men are not just literal; they’re institutions, traditions, literary forefathers, the accepted models of greatness. To “forget” her own strength suggests how thoroughly that training works: it doesn’t have to forbid ambition outright; it only has to redirect admiration into reverence. You can be talented and still behave like a tourist in your own life, convinced the real monuments belong to someone else.
The line’s power is its pivot. The first clause moves with the solemnity of a eulogy; the second snaps into self-recognition. No melodrama, no triumphalism - just the sharp click of awareness. In a modern key, it reads like an indictment of curated genius culture: we scroll through legends, quote them like scripture, and call it humility when it’s actually avoidance. Sackville-West makes the corrective intimate and brutal: strength is not a relic to be visited; it’s a capacity you’re responsible for using.
Sackville-West, writing in a culture that trained women to borrow legitimacy from male lineage, turns the sentence into a quiet jailbreak. The dead men are not just literal; they’re institutions, traditions, literary forefathers, the accepted models of greatness. To “forget” her own strength suggests how thoroughly that training works: it doesn’t have to forbid ambition outright; it only has to redirect admiration into reverence. You can be talented and still behave like a tourist in your own life, convinced the real monuments belong to someone else.
The line’s power is its pivot. The first clause moves with the solemnity of a eulogy; the second snaps into self-recognition. No melodrama, no triumphalism - just the sharp click of awareness. In a modern key, it reads like an indictment of curated genius culture: we scroll through legends, quote them like scripture, and call it humility when it’s actually avoidance. Sackville-West makes the corrective intimate and brutal: strength is not a relic to be visited; it’s a capacity you’re responsible for using.
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