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...O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A FORGOTTEN TUNE by PAUL VERLAINE TO THE EVENING STAR by WILLIAM BLAKE APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY by WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG IDYLL 11. THE CYCLOPS by THEOCRITUS QUITS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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