poetry

sounds
The notes for this section are drawn from
Robert Pinskys The Sounds of Poetry.

ACCENT
Permit me to give you a permit.
it
Stressed
bitter
reiterate
she had wit

Unstressed
italicize
rabbit
Pat had it

A syllable is stressed or unstressed only in relation to the

syllables around it. As a corollary, accent is a matter of degree.
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be.

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It is - not grow - ing like - a tree

In bulk, - doth make - man bet - ter be.

What was it? What was the question?

Ill tell you the questionit was, will you or wont you
permit me to have a learners permit? Is it permissible, idiot?
You sound so embittered.

DURATION
A syllable is neither long nor short in itself. Long-and-short, a
matter of duration, is not the same as accent.

terms
Accent and Duration
foot: a pair of syllables
iamb or iambic foot: a pair of syllables, with
the first syllable less prominent than the
second
accent or stress: the sound of a syllable as
affected by a change in pitch when spoken
duration or quantity: shortness or length of a
syllable when pronounced relative to the
syllables surrounding it
Syntax and Line
line: the characters that appear on a single line
regardless of grammatical structure
syntax: the words in their arrangement, and the
dynamic energy the arrangement
creates
syntactical unit: a sentence, phrase, or clause
enjambment: a run-over line
Technical Terms
trochee: an inverted iamb, where the first
syllable is more prominent than the
second, as in Tell me
anapest: the unstressed half of a foot divided
into two, as in the expense
sprung rhythm: the omission of an unstressed
syllable, resulting in the jamming of two
stressed syllables together, as in saw,
who in the line Wonders I saw, who can
tell? rather than Wonders I saw, that who
can tell?
spondee: a foot of two long syllables, as in the
spondaic line And with old woes new
wail my dear times waste
caesura: a pause in a line often indicated by
punctuation, as in the first and third lines
of First, prepare you to be sorry/That you
never knew till now,/Either whom to love,
or how:
dimeter, trimeter, tetrameter, pentameter,
hexameter: lines consisting of two, three,
four, five, and six feet , respectively
Like and Unlike Sounds
assonance: repetition at close intervals of the
vowel sounds of accented syllables or
important words: hat-ran-amber, veinmade
consonance: repetition at close intervals of the
final consonant sounds of accented
syllables or important words: book-plaquethicker
alliteration: repetition at close intervals of the
initial consonant sounds of accented
syllables or important words: map-moon,
kill-code, preach-approve

popcorn pop is stressed but corn lasts longer

ocean o is both stressed and longer
Sometimes duration reinforces accent, as in ocean, and sometimes it contrasts with accent, as in popcorn.

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Compare the effect of accent and duration in these two words:

con-found-ed

duration

accent

em-bitt-ered

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Notice how duration changes in these sounds:

it make it longer by changing the vowel sound ought and longer still by changing the unvoiced t
which does not use the larynx to the voiced d awed
This matter of long and short is a matter of sound, not spelling, as is demonstrated by the contrasts in duration of
these two sounds: picked and odd

ACCENT AND DURATION

Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours,
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.

Each of these lines has three iambs, pairs of

syllables with the first less stressed than the second,
but there is nothing monotonous or singsong about
the way the lines sound.
Why not?

No writer would think this waymuttering to oneself about short and long, stressed and unstressedany more
than a jazz musician would think that a series of dotted eighths and sixteenth notes might make a nice contrast to
the triplets of a preceding bar, or a boxer would ponder whether to fake a right cross to make more room for the
jab. The expert makes the moves without needing to think about them. But the more we notice and study, the
more we can get from actual performance. And analysis of a fluid performance into its parts can lead to an
understanding, and perhaps eventually to the experts level of insight and the experts kind of joy.
The same applies equally to so-called free-verse poems that are not written in iambic feet.
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow,
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun, and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind

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SYNTAX AND LINE

What is a line of poetry?
My Picture Left in Scotland Ben Johnson (1572-1637)
I now think, Love is rather deaf than blind,
For else it could not be
That she
Whom I adore so much should so slight me,
And cast my love behind.
Im sure my language to her was as sweet,
And every close did meet
In sentence of as subtle feet
As hath the youngest he
That sits in shadow of Apollos tree.
Oh, but my conscious fears,
That fly my thoughts between,
Tell me that she hath seen
My hundred of gray hairs,
Told seven and forty years,
Read so much waste, as she cannot embrace
My mountain belly and my rocky face;
And all these through her eyes have stopped her ears.
The lines in this poem vary considerably:
One consists of a single iambic foot: That she
Several consist of three iambic feet: And every close did meet and That fly my thoughts between
Exactly one consists of four iambic feet: In sentence of as subtle feet
The lines that open and close the poem, among others, consist of five iambs

This indicates that whatever a line may be, it is not necessarily a unit that is the same length throughout the poem.
Yet, the lines do unmistakably have a certain rhythm in common, an artful coherence: part of the pleasure of the
poem gives is hearing that rhythm while the sentence courses over it, or through it, or along it.
The line and syntactical unit are not necessarily the same.
Johnson makes the sentences perform like the body of a great dancer, as the syntaxthe words in their
arrangement, and the dynamic energy the arrangement createssometimes pauses at a line ending, and
sometimes streaks or leaps or strains across it.
Read these lines aloud, taking care not to pause in a stilted way at the ends of the lines, when the grammar runs
over:
I now think, Love is rather deaf than blind,
For else it could not be
That she
Whom I adore so much should so slight me,
And cast my love behind.
Where is the syntax trying to speed up the line while the line is trying to slow down the syntax? The relation
between these two elements, the resulting pull or dance, is pleasing and expressive.
As with the infinite range of expressive possibilities of accent and duration that sometimes coincide or reinforce
one another, sometimes differ in varying degrees, there is also an infinite range of expressive possibilities as the
unit of syntax and the line sometimes coincide to reinforce each other, sometimes differ, in ever-varying degrees.

Sometimes the line is rather violently trying to slow down the sentence, while the sentence is trying
to speed up the line:
I learned to catch the trouts moon whisper; I
Drifted how many hours I never knew

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Sometimes the line ending reinforces the syntactical divisions, calling attention to the thrust and arrest of a
sentence:
Although it is a cold evening,
down by one of the fishhouses
an old man sits netting,
his net, in the gloaming almost invisible,
a dark purple-brown,
and his shuttle worn and polished.
Read the sentence below aloud in two different ways, once following the natural syntax of the sentence; then a
second time, pausing after each line. Which sounds better? Why?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honey suckle
That when theyre gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
Which of the following two arrangements gives the most useful and helpful information about the poem
they represent? Which is preferable?
VERSION A
VERSION B
Pictures from Breughel, X
Pictures from Breughel, X
(Childrens Games)
(Childrens Games)
This is a schoolyard
crowded with children
of all ages
near a village
on a small stream meandering by
where some boys are swimming bare-ass
or climbing a tree in leaf

This is a schoolyard
crowded
with children

everything is motion

where some boys

are swimming
bare-ass

elder women are looking after

the small fry
a play wedding
a christening
nearby one leans hollering
into an empty hogshead

of all ages near a village

on a small stream
meandering by

or climbing a tree in leaf

everything
is motion
elder women are looking
after the small
fry
a play wedding a
christening
nearby one leans
hollering
into
an empty hogshead

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TECHNICAL TERMS AND VOCAL REALITIES

So far we have seen that no two syllables, no two iambic feet, no two degrees of accent are quite
alike, as shown in these lines made up of three iambic feet each:

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When stiff and sore and scarred

The number of their hours
And all these through her eyes
The vocal reality is individual and distinct in ways too subtle for any terminology or system to describe
completely.
TECHNICAL TERMS
Meter the abstract pattern behind the rhythm
Accent a matter of emphasis in regular metrical feet

VOCAL REALITIES
Rhythm the sound of an actual line
Stress approximate emphases of speech

The distinctions here are not essential for appreciating the sounds of poems, but certainly help distinguish what
can be described or measured from what cannot.

WHY DO WE USE THESE TERMS?

There are many ways to describe the vocal reality of a poem:
Love at the lips was touch
Could be described in one of these ways:
three pairs of syllables
a trochee and two iambs
But, we also could create more words to describe it:
one thunketta (Love at the) followed by a thunk-pa-thunk (lips was touch)
an initial monosyllable (Love) followed by an anapest (at the lips) and an iamb (was touch)
two feet: one that could be graphed visually as a U-shaped unit (Love at the lips) followed by one that
could be graphed as a J-shaped unit (was touch)
While such descriptions do register something that is there in the sound of the words and do give a roughly
accurate description of what one hears, they fail to distinguish the abstract pattern from the reality (meter from the
rhythm, if you like). Also, they are needlessly complicated and lack universality. Any system should be as
universal as possible, meaning that it should cover the maximum number of cases with the minimum number of
terms. It should try to describe the meter and not the rhythm.

USING TECHNICAL TERMS

A description using technical language:
When to the sessions of sweet, silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear times waste
These lines sound good to me. Thinking of their sound, I describe the passage to myself something like this: each
line has five iambic feet. The first line has the familiar trochaic, or inverted, foot at the beginning (When to).
In the last line, some of the iambs are made of two syllables so close in prominence (old woes, new wail) that
they are practically equal, though I like hearing the slight change of pitch throbbing through them. I hear a
similarily slow-but-onward, throbbing movement when four syllables in a row ascend in accent, in the first line:
-sions of sweet, sithe pattern where the stressed syllable of one foot has less stress than the unaccented
syllable that begins the next foot. In fact, this ascending pattern is echoed be the movement in the fourth line,

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where the differences between unstressed and stressed halves of the iambs almost, but I think dont
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quite, dissolve. I also notice, in the third line, after three quite distinct iambic feet (I sigh the lack
of ma-) the lightly bouncing anapest, with the unstressed half divided into two, in the fourth foot,
and the clear iamb in the fifth: -ny a thing I sought.
Even when I am uncertain, this simple pattern of five iambs per line helps me hear the varying energy that
pleases me in the passage. Even when I am not sure if the difference between stressed and unstressed halves of
old woes new wail is there, or that I can hear it, even when I am not sure whether to let the pattern dictate an
iambic pronunciation of And with or to consider it an inverted foot, the simplicity and universality of the terms
help me notice the sounds.

LIKE AND UNLIKE SOUNDS

In different ways, and in varying degrees, the sounds of words are similar and different. This simple
fact, almost embarrassingly obvious to state, provides the basis for a tremendous part of poetrys
power.
A line from Macbeth represents one extreme of likeness:
To-morrow and tomorrow, and to-morrow
Repetition can be thought of as the ultimate in like sounds. So rhyme, however we define it, is a matter
of unlikeness as well as likeness: to-morrow rhymes with sorrow because of how the words are like
and unlike. To-morrow does not rhyme with to-morrow because they are exactly alike; it does not
rhyme with sagacity because they are too unlike.
Another example:
The dry soul rages. The unfeeling feel
With the dry vehemence of the unreal.
So I, in the Idea of your arms, unwon,
Am as the real in the unreal undone.
Here, the end-rhymes (feel with real and won with done at the ends of the lines) make-up only part
of the poems complex web of likeness and difference in sound.
The audible web of sound is made up of the following:
The recurrence in the unfeeling feel a repeated sound with same meaning made opposite
The recurrence in I, in the Idea a repeated sound with a different meaning
The triad of unwon and unreal, undone a rhyme between the prefix un- and both won
and done
The rhyme between dry (another repeated word) and both I and the first syllable of Idea
The repeated vowel sound in real and Ideal
The sounds that dont much recur in soul rages, vehemence, and your arms which are
important in keeping the richness from being overdone
Likeness and difference of sounds are matters of degree.
Rhyme is a matter of degree.

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Read the following excerpt of a poem by Robert Frost that is written in blank versethat
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is, pentameter (five-foot lines) with no regular end rhyme:
AN OLD MANS WINTER NIGHT
All out of doors looked darkly at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round himat a loss.
There is a complicated embroidery here. One thread involves like consonant sounds such as those at the
end of doors and of stars and perhaps of gathers; or the related sibilant sounds at the end of eyes
and of gaze and of was, and perhaps at the end of loss, too. But crossing that consonant-thread is
another vowel-thread involving the long a sound in pane and gaze and age.
Here are three more lines from the same poem:
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
To say the sentence aloud, hearing the delicate, fluctuating echo on light, sat, what, light, that is among
other pleasures to hear the way there are pentameters within pentameters. Each of these words ends in a
terminal t sound (called a dental sound, as is that of d) and fall at times at the ends of lines, at
other times after the caesura or pause within the line, at still others at no particular pause.
Buried in these lines one could find other pentameter lines that would read,
To no one but himself where now he sat,
Concerned with he knew what, a quiet light
The terminal t sound marks off these possibilities with an effect of great penetration.
Wallace Stevens The Snow Man, which we have already read, provides a good example of like sound
in lines that are neither iambic nor end-rhymed.

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The Hollow Men (1925) T. S. Eliot (1888-1965)
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead.
A penny for the Old Guy
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer -Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone

At the hour when we are

Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

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IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.