The Way Things Are (1959)

Question

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?

Synthesized answer

The music, described as knowing "it all," observes the emotional toll of events, contrasting the visible battles on the Danube with the silent "fiercer battle" that occurs within people, where "hearts break, and make no moan" [1]. Despite this deep, unspoken suffering, the passage explicitly states that "none are counting or keeping / The lists of these who fall" [1]. This implies that while art, represented by the music, is privy to these hidden experiences, there is no societal or artistic mechanism for acknowledging or cataloging this suffering.

The passages do not directly address the responsibility of the reader in acknowledging unspoken human experience. However, the poem presents a scenario where the art (music) perceives the pain, but the broader context suggests a lack of external recognition for those who suffer in silence, as indicated by the absence of any lists or counts of those who "fall" emotionally [1]. The question of the reader's role is not answered by the provided text.

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f the slain who slumber On the Danube's battle-plains The unknown hosts outnumber Who die 'neath the "Danube's" strains? Those fall where cannons rattle, 'Mid the rain of shot and shell; But these, in a fiercer battle, Find death in the music's swell. With the river's roar of passion Is blended the dying groan; But here, in the halls of fashion, ​ Hearts break, and make no moan. And the music, swelling and sweeping, Like the river, knows it all; But none are counting or keeping The lists of these who fall.
Passage [5]
← What Shall We Do? Poems of Passion by Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Beautiful Blue Danube" Answered → 117915 Poems of Passion — "The Beautiful Blue Danube" Ella Wheeler Wilcox ​ "THE BEAUTIFUL BLUE DANUBE." T hey drift down the hall together; He smiles in her lifted eyes. Like waves of that mighty river, The strains of the "Danube" rise. They float on its rhythmic measure, Like leaves on a summer stream; And here, in this scene of pleasure, I bury my sweet dead dream. Through the cloud of her dusky tresses, Like a star, shines out her face; And the form his strong arm presses Is sylph-like in…
Passage [4]
usic, and love, and laughter; For it all must end with this waltz-quadrille, And life will be never the same life after. Oh, that the caller might go on calling, Oh, that the music might go on falling Like a shower of silver spray, While we whirled on to the vast Forever, Where no hearts break, and no ties sever, And no one goes away." A clamor, a crash, and. the band was still, 'Twas the end of the dream, and the end of the measure: The last low notes of that waltz-quadrille Seemed like a dirge o'er the death of Pleasure. You said good-night, and the spell was over— ​ Too warm for a friend,…
Passage [14]
e so pointed with pain. Time loves a new lay; and the dirge he is playing Will change for you soon to a livelier strain. I shall pass from your life—I shall pass out forever, And these hours we have spent will be sunk in the past, Youth buries its dead; grief kills seldom or never— And forgetfulness covers all sorrows at last.
Passage [118]
ere lost to view, Behind the dull clouds of the commonplace. With trembling hands I put the sheet away; Ah, little song! the sad and bitter truth Struck like an arrow when we met that day! My life has missed the promise of its youth.
Passage [10]

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