Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MUSIC OF HUNGARY, by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH Poet's Biography First Line: My body answers you, my blood Last Line: God made my soul for hungary! Subject(s): Dvorak, Antonin (1841-1904); Hungary; Music & Musicians | ||||||||
MY body answers you, my blood Leaps at your maddening, piercing call. The fierce notes startle, and the veil Of this dull present seems to fall. My soul responds to that long cry; It wants its country, Hungary ! Not mine by birth. Yet have I not Some strain of that old Magyar race ? Else why the secret stir of sense At sight of swarthy Tzigane face, That warns me: "Lo, thy kinsmen nigh." All's dear that tastes of Hungary. Once more, O let me hear once more The passion and barbaric rage! Let me forget my exile here In this mild land, in this mild age; Once more that unrestrained wild cry That takes me to my Hungary! They listen with approving smile, But I, O God, I want my home! I want the Tzigane tongue, the dance, The nights in tents, the days to roam. O music, O fierce life and free, God made my soul for Hungary! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINER NOTES TO AN IMAGINARY PLAYLIST by TERRANCE HAYES VARIATIONS: 13 by CONRAD AIKEN BELIEVE, BELIEVE by BOB KAUFMAN ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE POWER OF MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES A CROWNED POET by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH |
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