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Wilcox's opening challenge, "What know you of the soul from whence it sprung?" is followed by the metaphor that "Our songs are shells, cast out by waves of thought" [2]. These songs, like shells, offer only the external form and color, and do not reveal the "vast mysteries" beneath the surface [2]. When applied to "The Beautiful Blue Danube," this suggests that the poem, while evoking a scene of pleasure and romance, is merely a shell. The "strains of the 'Danube'" rise and they sway in "perfect tune and time" [1], but these are surface manifestations. The poem itself questions if the music, if given a voice, would reveal that the "slain who slumber on the Danube's battle-plains" [1] outnumber those who "die 'neath the 'Danube's' strains" [1].
This framing implies that "passion" within "The Beautiful Blue Danube," and perhaps within Wilcox's collection of "Poems of Passion," may encompass more than outward expressions of pleasure or romance. The poem hints at a deeper, perhaps tragic, undercurrent, as the speaker buries a "sweet dead dream" [1] and reflects on how their dream is "lost to me" [1]. The question about the Danube's battle-plains suggests that the "passion"…
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← Poems of Passion ( 1883 ) by Ella Wheeler Wilcox → 117897 Poems of Passion 1883 Ella Wheeler Wilcox Photograph and signature of Ella Wheeler Wilcox from the 1883 editiion of her 'Poems of Passion' Poems of Passion BY ELLA WHEELER Author of "MAURINE" and other poems " Some said, 'John, print it;' others said, 'Not so:' Some said, 'It might do good;' others said, 'No. ' " - John Bunyan. CHICAGO W. B. Conkey Company PUBLISHERS COPYRIGHT, 1883, BY ELLA WHEELER Oh, you who read some song that I have sung— What know you of the soul from whence it sprung? Dost Dream the poet ever speaks…
← "The Beautiful Blue Danube" Poems of Passion by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Answered Through the Valley → 117916 Poems of Passion — Answered Ella Wheeler Wilcox ANSWERED. G ood-by —yes, I am going, Sudden? Well, you are right. But a startling truth came home to me With sudden force last night. What is it? shall I tell you— Nay, that is why I go. I am running away from the battlefield, Turning my back on the foe. Riddles? You think me cruel! Have you not been most kind? Why, when you question me like that What answer can I find? You fear you failed to amuse me, Your husband's friend and guest,…
← Reunited Poems of Passion by Ella Wheeler Wilcox What Shall We Do? "The Beautiful Blue Danube" → 117914 Poems of Passion — What Shall We Do? Ella Wheeler Wilcox WHAT SHALL WE DO? H ere now, forevermore, our lives must part. My path leads there, and yours another way. What shall we do with this fond love, dear heart? It grows a heavier burden day by day. Hide it? In all earth's caverns, void and vast, There is not room enough to hide it, dear; Not even the mighty storehouse of the past Could cover it, from our own eyes, I fear. Drown it? Why, were the contents of each ocean Merged into one…
← Friendship after Love Poems of Passion by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Queries Upon the Sand → 117911 Poems of Passion — Queries Ella Wheeler Wilcox QUERIES. W ell , how has it beer, with you since we met That last strange time of a hundred times? When we met to swear that we could forget— I your caresses, and you my rhymes— The rhyme of my lays that rang like a bell. And the rhyme of my heart with yours, as well? How has it been since we drank that last kiss, That was bitter with lees of the wasted wine; When the tattered remains of a threadbare bliss, And the wornout shreds of a joy divine, With…
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- Wilcox claims her "songs are shells" revealing little of her "soul." How does "The Beautiful Blue Danube" simultaneously exemplify this claim through its imagery of hidden suffering, while also, perhaps paradoxically, offering a glimpse into those very "shipwrecks" she mentions?
- The poem contrasts those who "fall where cannons rattle" with those who "find death in the music's swell." What deeper point is Wilcox making about the recognition and value society places on different forms of suffering, and why does she call the latter a "fiercer battle"?
- If the music in "The Beautiful Blue Danube" "knows it all," but "none are counting or keeping the lists of these who fall," what does this imply about the responsibility of art, or perhaps the reader, in acknowledging unspoken human experience?
- Imagine explaining the core message of "The Beautiful Blue Danube" to a friend, using only Wilcox's metaphor of "songs are shells" and the "vast mysteries that lie beneath the surface." What key insights would you emphasize, and what aspects would be most challenging to convey simply?