Endre Ady Poems
- I Should Love To Be Loved I am neither infant nor happy ...
- Autumn Passed Through Paris Autumn sliped into Paris ...
- Héja-Nász Az Avaron (Hawk Mat...
- I Guard Your Eyes With my old man's wrinkled hand, with my ...
- Life Terrifies Me Holy ecstasy-swans on great glad ...
- Because You Love Me Your eyes are mirrors of blessed ...
- I Am The Son Of King Gog Of Ma... I am the Son of King Gog of...
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 school in Zilah (today Zalău, Romania). Since 1957, in the front of the school, there is a statue of Ady Endre. In the newspaper "Szilágy" from Zalău, Ady Endre published his first poem on March 22, 1896.
Afterwards, he studied law in Debrecen. After finishing his ... more »
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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.