Immortality
It is an honorable thought,And makes one lift one's hat,As one encountered gentlefolkUpon a daily street,
That we've immortal place,Though pyramids decay,And kingdoms, like the orchard,Flit russetly away.
Words in this poem
- gentlefolk n.
- Persons of gentle or good family and breeding. Etym: [Generally in the United States in the plural form.]
- flit a.
- Nimble; quick; swift. See Fleet.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Immortality 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, Immortality, in Poems (1890–1896), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #12242, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/dickinson-poems/immortality.html, id L03805.
Form and metre
Immortality is 8 lines in 2 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is iambic trimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 90%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 6.2 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 12% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.
See other poems in iambic trimeter.
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 place · decayA · orchard · awayA
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 trimeter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| It is an honorable thought, | 6 | ···/˘· |
| And makes one lift one's hat, | 6 | ······ |
| As one encountered gentlefolk | 7 | ··˘/··· |
| Upon a daily street, | 6 | ···/˘· |
| That we've immortal place, | 6 | ··˘/˘· |
| Though pyramids decay, | 6 | ·/˘˘˘/ |
| And kingdoms, like the orchard, | 7 | ·/˘··/˘ |
| Flit russetly away. | 6 | ····˘/ |
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