Repose of Rivers

Hart Crane (1899–1932) · 1926

iambic pentameter · unrhymed · 23 lines · from White Buildings

The willows carried a slow sound,A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.I could never rememberThat seething, steady leveling of the marshesTill age had brought me to the sea.

Flags, weeds. And remembrance of steep alcovesWhere cypresses shared the noon’sTyranny; they drew me into hades almost.And mammoth turtles climbing sulphur dreamsYielded, while sun-silt rippled themAsunder....

How much I would have bartered! the black gorgeAnd all the singular nestings in the hillsWhere beavers learn stitch and tooth.The pond I entered once and quickly fled--I remember now its singing willow rim.

And finally, in that memory all things nurse;After the city that I finally passedWith scalding unguents spread and smoking dartsThe monsoon cut across the deltaAt gulf gates.... There, beyond the dykes

I heard wind flaking sapphire, like this summer,And willows could not hold more steady sound.

Words in this poem

singular a.
Separate or apart from others; single; distinct. [OE. singuler, F. singulier, fr. L. singularius, singularis, fr. singulus single. See Single, a.]
delta n.
A tract of land shaped like the letter delta (as, the delta of the Ganges, of the Nile, or of the Mississippi. [Gr. Delta of the Nile.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Repose of Rivers is in the public domain. This text is taken from White buildings, Project Gutenberg ebook #77837; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Hart Crane, Repose of Rivers, in White Buildings (1926), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #77837, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/crane-hart-white-buildings/repose-of-rivers.html, id L02603.

Form and metre

Repose of Rivers is 23 lines in 5 verse paragraphs. It is unrhymed, as far as the pronouncing dictionary can tell. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic pentameter. 92% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 9.1 syllables. 5 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 52% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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.

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 pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
The willows carried a slow sound,8·/·/˘···
A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.10··········
I could never remember7··/˘˘/˘
That seething, steady leveling of the marshes11·/˘/˘/˘··/˘
Till age had brought me to the sea.8········
Flags, weeds. And remembrance of steep alcoves10···˘/˘··/·
Where cypresses shared the noon’s7·/˘˘···
Tyranny; they drew me into hades almost.11/˘·····/˘/·
And mammoth turtles climbing sulphur dreams10·/˘/˘/˘/˘·
Yielded, while sun-silt rippled them9/˘···/˘˘·
Asunder....3˘/˘
How much I would have bartered! the black gorge10·····/˘···
And all the singular nestings in the hills10···/˘/˘···
Where beavers learn stitch and tooth.7·/˘····
The pond I entered once and quickly fled--10···/˘··/˘·
I remember now its singing willow rim.11·˘/˘··/˘/··
And finally, in that memory all things nurse;10·/˘··/˘···
After the city that I finally passed10···/˘··/˘·
With scalding unguents spread and smoking darts10·/˘····/˘·
The monsoon cut across the delta9·˘/·˘/·/˘
At gulf gates.... There, beyond the dykes8········
I heard wind flaking sapphire, like this summer,11···/˘/˘··/˘
And willows could not hold more steady sound.10·/·····/˘·

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