Dead
There's something quieter than sleepWithin this inner room!It wears a sprig upon its breast,And will not tell its name.
Some touch it and some kiss it,Some chafe its idle hand;It has a simple gravityI do not understand!
While simple-hearted neighborsChat of the 'early dead,'We, prone to periphrasis,Remark that birds have fled!
Words in this poem
- quieter n.
- One who, or that which, quiets.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Dead 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, Dead, in Poems (1890–1896), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #12242, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/dickinson-poems/dead.html, id L03815.
Form and metre
Dead is 12 lines in 3 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is short measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 6.6 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 25% 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.
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.
- 2 -A-A it · handA · gravity · understandA
- 3 -A-A neighbors · deadA · periphrasis · fledA
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 short measure. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| There's something quieter than sleep | 7 | ·/˘/˘·· |
| Within this inner room! | 6 | ···/˘· |
| It wears a sprig upon its breast, | 8 | ········ |
| And will not tell its name. | 6 | ······ |
| Some touch it and some kiss it, | 7 | ······· |
| Some chafe its idle hand; | 6 | ···/˘· |
| It has a simple gravity | 7 | ···/˘/˘ |
| I do not understand! | 6 | ····˘/ |
| While simple-hearted neighbors | 7 | ·/˘/˘/˘ |
| Chat of the 'early dead,' | 6 | ···/˘· |
| We, prone to periphrasis, | 7 | ···˘/˘˘ |
| Remark that birds have fled! | 6 | ˘/···· |
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