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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...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GEORGE GRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EARLY MORN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE CUMBERLAND by HERMAN MELVILLE NORTHERN FARMER, OLD STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON SHADOWS by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EDWIN ARNOLD UNSOPHISTICATED WISHES, BY MISS JEMINA INGOLDSBY, AGED 15 by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |
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