Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HUNGARIAN LOVE-LAMENT, by ETHEL SYFORD First Line: They say the cranes last night did cry Last Line: Overhead. Subject(s): Hungary; Love - Complaints | ||||||||
THEY say the cranes last night did cry Overhead. I did not hear them, For in a hut by Tisza's torrents My love lies dead. I heard the whinny of her milk-white steed Calling to her, That heard I. They say the oak-tree's leaves are sere What care I? I have some faded violets; Those I hold dear She gave them me. They say that Szolnok's field's afire; If so, I care not. That could not keep me from my love Were she not cold. Saw'st Szolnok's flames? Oh, well, they could not warm me; My blood is chilled. They say three gypsies at the tavern Sang their songs. Let them sing! I could not dance I am too lonely for their minstrelsy. I wish my love might waken, But she cannot. Fresh violets she would bring me, But she will not. For cold in death she lies, by Tisza's torrents, And she'll not come again! She cannot. Let the wild cranes cry, far and high, Overhead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALKING RICHARD WILSON BLUES, BY RICHARD CLAY WILSON by DENIS JOHNSON THE BRIDGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THROUGH AGONY: 1 by CLAUDE MCKAY HEMATITE HEIRLOOM LIVES ON (MAYBE DECEMBER 1980) by ALICE NOTLEY QUICK AND BITTER by YEHUDA AMICHAI |
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