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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 WHITE RABBIT by KAREN SWENSON ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EULALIE; A SONG by EDGAR ALLAN POE A HIGH-TONED OLD CHRISTIAN WOMAN by WALLACE STEVENS IN MEMORY OF GENERAL GRANT by HENRY ABBEY THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 9: GREAT WESTERN DAYS by T. BAKER TO THE LADY PENELOPE RITCH by RICHARD BARNFIELD ONLY A BABY SMALL by MATTHIAS BARR |
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