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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Endre Ady Poems
I Should Love To Be Loved
I am neither infant nor happy grandfather Nor parent, nor lover Of anyone, of anyone. I am, as every man is, Majesty,
Autumn Passed Through Paris
Autumn sliped into Paris yesterday, came silently down Boulevard St Michel, In sultry heat, past boughs sullen and still,
I Guard Your Eyes
With my old man's wrinkled hand, with my old man's squinting eyes, let me hold your lovely hand, let me guard your lovely eyes.
Héja-nász Az Avaron (Hawk Mating On The...
Útra kelünk. Megyünk az Ôszbe, Vijjogva, sírva, kergetôzve, Két lankadt szárnyú héja-madár.
Letter Of Dismissal
Let break the charm that broke the hundredth time. You are dismissed once more and for the very last
Because You Love Me
Your eyes are mirrors of blessed marvels, for they have seen me; you are the mistress,
Life Terrifies Me
Holy ecstasy-swans on great glad Waters Seize me, but in vain. I hear the gaggling of sensible ganders, Nothing can remain,
I Am The Son Of King Gog Of Magog
I am the Son of King Gog of Magog(1) I'm banging doors and walls to no avail - yet I must ask this question as prologue:
Behold My Treasures, Darling
Behold my treasures, darling, they are less than a Biblical farthing, behold the fate of a true and faithful life,
Longing For Love
Neither the issue nor the sire, neither fulfilment nor desire am I for anyone, am I for anyone.
Memory Of A Summer Night
An angry angel hurled from the heavenly height Drumroll alarms onto the sombre earth, Hundreds of stars burnt out their light,
Who Come From Far Away
We are the men who are always late, we are the men who come from far away. Our walk is always weary and sad, we are the men who are always late.
In Front Of Good Prince Silence
I walk the forest in the moonlight Whistle through my chattery teeth Stalking behind me ten feet tall Good Prince Silence
The Lost Rider
We hear the blind and aimless galloping Of an errant rider from the days gome by: The shackled souls of sunken forests moan
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I Should Love To Be Loved
I am neither infant nor happy grandfather
Nor parent, nor lover
Of anyone, of anyone.
I am, as every man is, Majesty,
The North Pole, the Secret, the Stranger,
The will-o'-the-wisp in the distance, the will-o'-the-wisp in the distance.
But alas! I cannot remain this way.
I should like to show myself to the world,
So that someone sees me, so that someone sees me.
This is why I sing and I torment myself.
I should love to be loved.
I wish to be of someone, I wish to be of someone.