Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RAVEL'S 'BOLERO', by EVA TRIEM First Line: In a strange preoccupation Last Line: I died of drums. Subject(s): Ravel, Maurice (1875-1937) | ||||||||
In a strange preoccupation I was crying to another world When music stormed me, with one red banner Uncurled. I was roused to the heart's clamor, To the blood's broken frightened beat, By insistent horns, and a drumming -- Like hail on wheat. The walls dissolved ... I sobbed; I was swimming Toward a fire-lit shore, toward a brass height; And metal thunders crashed in my ears -- I drowned in light. I was mad -- mad -- mad. My doomed, drenched arms Struggled in the tingling, shimmering surf. Then, beyond the laughing smash of tambourines, I grasped A fragrant turf. I thought I was safe from the hell-hatched dancing measure, Here on the quiet lawn, sweet with fallen plums. In black delight, the cymbals, the small flutes pursued me; I died of drums. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL SONNET TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI by DANTE ALIGHIERI TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT TOO SOON by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE SHOEMAKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MOON-BRIGHT DREAMS by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS TO THE GIRL WHO HELPED IN THE WAR by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON |
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