Choice

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson (1832–1910), translated by Arthur Hubbell Palmer · 1915

iambic tetrameter · 12 lines · from Poems and Songs

April for me I choose!In it the old things tumble,In it things new refresh us;It makes a mighty rumble,--But peace is not so preciousAs that his will man shows.

April for me I choose,Because it storms and scourges,Because it smiles and blesses,Because its power purges,Because it strength possesses,--In it the summer grows.

About this text

Choice is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems and Songs, Project Gutenberg ebook #6619, the Arthur Hubbell Palmer translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson, Choice, in Poems and Songs (1915), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #6619, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/bjornson-poems-and-songs/choice.html, id L29298.

Form and metre

Choice is 12 lines in 2 stanzas of 6 lines each. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 93%).

See other poems in iambic tetrameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 -ABAB- choose · tumbleA · usB · rumbleA · preciousB · shows
  2. 2 AABABA chooseA · scourgesA · blessesB · purgesA · possessesB · growsA
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
April for me I choose!6/˘····
In it the old things tumble,7·····/˘
In it things new refresh us;7····˘/·
It makes a mighty rumble,--7···/˘/˘
But peace is not so precious7·····/˘
As that his will man shows.6······
April for me I choose,6/˘····
Because it storms and scourges,7·····/˘
Because it smiles and blesses,7·····/˘
Because its power purges,7···/˘/˘
Because it strength possesses,--7····˘/˘
In it the summer grows.6···/˘·

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