Konstantin Dmitrievich Balmont
I'm tired of sweet dreams
From the delights of these whole
Harmonic feasts
And the melodies of lullabies.
I want to tear the azure
Calm dreams.
I want burning buildings
I want screaming storms!
The intoxication of peace -
Sleeping the mind.
Let the sea of heat flare up,
Let the darkness tremble in your heart.
I want different rattles
For my other feasts.
I want dagger words
And dying exclamations!
Konstantin Balmont's attitude towards the revolution was very contradictory. The poet anticipated it and at first was convinced that just such a shock was needed modern society, which is mired in lies, hypocrisy and feigned decorum. In 1901, Balmont was even expelled from St. Petersburg due to the fact that he actively called on the masses to overthrow tsarism. The poet was not saved by his brilliant literary past, nor by the huge number of publications with spiritual content.
However, after the events of 1905, Konstantin Balmont reconsidered his attitude to the change of power, although he did not change his belief that society needed a good shake-up. However, he clearly realized that the bloody path leaves a very foul-smelling trail. It was for this reason that he twice decided to emigrate, and in 1920 he left Russia forever. The poet tried not to remember that he himself had once been involved in popular unrest, and the St. Petersburg police had a very voluminous dossier on him. The poem “Dagger Words,” written in 1899, also dates back to this period of creativity, when Balmont was impressed by advanced revolutionary ideas. However, with equal success we can assume that personal motives also pushed the poet to write this work. By that time, Balmont was married for the second time and began to realize that family life was again cracking. The acuity of feelings disappears over the years, and tender words lose their original meaning, becoming familiar and ordinary. A kind of rebellion was brewing in Balmont’s soul; he dreamed of changing not only his own destiny, but the whole the world around us. And these two desires intertwined together, giving rise to the lines: “I want to break the azure of calmed dreams.”
The poet admits that he is “tired of tender words” that hide emptiness; he is disgusted by the delights and harmony of the universe, in which he sees falsehood. “I want burning buildings, I want screaming storms!” exclaims the poet.
He is convinced that a measured lifestyle leads to the lull of the mind and soul, resulting in indifference to everything. This is how love dies, and all the brightest and purest motives perish. That's why the author is ready to get rid of this condition at the cost of his own life, he longs for “dagger words and dying exclamations,” in which there will be much more sincerity than in empty phrases.
“Dagger words” Konstantin Balmont
I'm tired of sweet dreams
From the delights of these whole
Harmonic feasts
And the melodies of lullabies.
I want to tear the azure
Calm dreams.
I want burning buildings
I want screaming storms!The intoxication of peace -
Sleeping the mind.
Let the sea of heat flare up,
Let the darkness tremble in your heart.
I want different rattles
For my other feasts.
I want dagger words
And dying exclamations!
Analysis of Balmont’s poem “Dagger words (I’m tired of tender dreams)”
Konstantin Balmont's attitude towards the revolution was very contradictory. The poet anticipated it and at first was convinced that it was precisely such a shock that modern society needed, which was mired in lies, hypocrisy and feigned decorum. In 1901, Balmont was even expelled from St. Petersburg due to the fact that he actively called on the masses to overthrow tsarism. The poet was not saved by his brilliant literary past, nor by the huge number of publications with spiritual content.
However, after the events of 1905, Konstantin Balmont reconsidered his attitude to the change of power, although he did not change his belief that society needed a good shake-up. However, he clearly realized that the bloody path leaves a very foul-smelling trail. It was for this reason that he twice decided to emigrate, and in 1920 he left Russia forever. The poet tried not to remember that he himself had once been involved in popular unrest, and the St. Petersburg police had a very voluminous dossier on him. The poem “Dagger Words,” written in 1899, also dates back to this period of creativity, when Balmont was impressed by advanced revolutionary ideas. However, with some degree of success we can assume that personal motives also pushed the poet to write this work. By that time, Balmont was married for the second time and began to realize that family life was again cracking. The severity of feelings disappears over the years, and tender words lose their original meaning, becoming familiar and ordinary. A kind of rebellion was brewing in Balmont’s soul; he dreamed of changing not only his own destiny, but also the entire world around him. And these two desires intertwined together, giving rise to the lines: “I want to break the azure of calmed dreams.”
The poet admits that he is “tired of tender words” that hide emptiness; he is disgusted by the delights and harmony of the universe, in which he sees falsehood. “I want burning buildings, I want screaming storms!” exclaims the poet.
He is convinced that a measured lifestyle leads to the lull of the mind and soul, resulting in indifference to everything. This is how love dies, and all the brightest and purest motives perish. That's why the author is ready to get rid of this condition at the cost of his own life, he longs for “dagger words and dying exclamations,” in which there will be much more sincerity than in empty phrases.
I'm tired of sweet dreams
From the delights of these whole
Harmonic feasts
And the melodies of lullabies.
I want to tear the azure
Calm dreams.
I want burning buildings
I want screaming storms!
The intoxication of peace -
Sleeping the mind.
Let the sea of heat flare up,
Let the darkness tremble in your heart.
I want different rattles
For my other feasts.
I want dagger words
And dying exclamations!
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