I walk on meadows run to weed,
on fields of burdock and mallow.
I know this rank and ancient ground -
this is the Magyar fallow.
I bow down to the sacred soil;
this virgin ground is gnawed I fear.
You skyward groping seedy weeds,
are there no flowers here?
While I look at the slumbering earth,
the twisting vines encircle me,
and scent of long dead flowers steep
my senses amorously.
Silence. I am dragged down and roofed
and lulled in burdock and in mallow.
A mocking wind goes whisking by
above the mighty fallow.
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This poem is a reflection of Ady's frustration with Hungary. The fallow is a symbol for the country - lagging behind its own potential. The sacred soil and the scent of long dead flowers are the reminders of once glorious days.
Ady was often criticized of the nature of his so called patriotic poems. This was one of the reason, he left the country and moved to Paris. -
To me, I feel he is writing about why a particular flower or crop isn't growing. He prays for it to grow, yet it does not. He wishes for it grow but as well, nothing happens.
So, that is my interpretation of the piece.
And it is a well versed piece at that. A good piece that Ady has written here.
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An interesting write. Not completely sure of its meaning, but is does read beautiful.
Sam
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