Endre Ady Poems
- Behold My Treasures, Darling Behold my treasures, darling, ...
- Autumn Passed Through Paris Autumn sliped into Paris ...
- Memory Of A Summer Night An angry angel hurled from the ...
- I Should Love To Be Loved I am neither infant nor happy ...
- Because You Love Me Your eyes are mirrors of blessed ...
- Longing For Love Neither the issue nor the sire, neither ...
- Who Come From Far Away We are the men who are always ...
Endre Ady (November 22, 1877 - January 27, 1919) was a Hungarian poet
Ady was born in Érmindszent, Szilágy county (part of Austria-Hungary at the time; now a village in Satu Mare County, Romania, called Adyfalva in Hungarian and Ady Endre in Romanian). He belonged to an impoverished noble family. Endre was the elder of two children.
Between 1892-1896, he attended a Protestant... more »
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Behold My Treasures, Darling
Behold my treasures, darling,
they are less than a Biblical farthing,
behold the fate of a true and faithful life,
look at my grey hairs departing.
I didn't wander afar
sadly I was proud to be a Magyar,
and I got a misery, woe, misfortune
and I have reaped troubles galore.
At loving I was pretty good
couldn't be outdone even by a God
as I conceived of it as a child.
Look at me now, in pain, blood, and fever defiled.
If you hadn't come mt way
my lamenting mouth would have nothing to say
behold the mockers of integrity
sending me into ...