A Book

Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) · 1890–1896

iambic tetrameter · 8 lines · from Poems

He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was dust.He danced along the dingy days,And this bequest of wingsWas but a book. What libertyA loosened spirit brings!

Words in this poem

drank n.
Wild oats, or darnel grass. See Drake a plant. [Cf. 3d Drake.]

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

About this text

A Book is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete, Project Gutenberg ebook #12242; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Emily Dickinson, A Book, in Poems (1890–1896), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #12242, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/dickinson-poems/a-book.html, id L03582.

Form and metre

A Book is 8 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%). 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 6.9 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 25% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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 -A-A-B-B words · robustA · poor · dustA · days · wingsB · liberty · bringsB
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
He ate and drank the precious words,8·····/˘·
His spirit grew robust;6·/˘·˘/
He knew no more that he was poor,8········
Nor that his frame was dust.6······
He danced along the dingy days,8··˘/·/˘·
And this bequest of wings6··˘/··
Was but a book. What liberty8·····/˘˘
A loosened spirit brings!6·/˘/˘·

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