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Wilcox's poem "The Beautiful Blue Danube" illustrates her claim that her "songs are shells" by juxtaposing a scene of outward pleasure with hidden suffering. While the poem describes a couple dancing to the music, their interaction portrayed as graceful and harmonious, the speaker's internal state reveals a stark contrast [1]. The speaker buries a "sweet dead dream" and feels her dream is "lost to me," likening herself to a leaf lost in a "seething sea" [1]. This imagery of loss and being overwhelmed suggests a hidden emotional desolation beneath the surface of the pleasant scene.
Paradoxically, the poem also offers a glimpse into the "shipwrecks" of suffering. The music of the "Danube" is personified, with the potential for the "great bassoons that mutter" and "clarinets that blow" to utter "secret things they know" [1]. This leads to a contemplation of death, questioning if the "unknown hosts" who die on the Danube's actual battle-plains outnumber those who die "neath the 'Danube's' strains" [1]. These deaths are described as occurring in a "fiercer battle," where hearts break "and make no moan" in the halls of fashion, and the music "knows it all" but no one counts or keeps…
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← 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…
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.
← "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…
of sorrow. In dismay I saw by the red lightning's lurid glare That on the rock-bound island of despair I had been cast. Till the dim dawn of day I heard my castles falling, and the roll Of angry billows bearing to the sea The broken timbers of my very soul. Were all the pent-up waters from the whole Stupendous solar system to break free, There are no floods now that can frighten me.
More questions about this book
- 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?
- Considering Wilcox's opening challenge, "What know you of the soul from whence it sprung?" how does the "songs are shells" metaphor, when applied to "The Beautiful Blue Danube," expand or redefine what "passion" might encompass within her collection?
- 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?