Who?

Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) · 1890–1896

iambic trimeter · 7 lines · from Poems

My friend must be a bird,Because it flies!Mortal my friend must be,Because it dies!Barbs has it, like a bee.Ah, curious friend,Thou puzzlest me!

Words in this poem

curious a.
Difficult to please or satisfy; solicitous to be correct; careful; scrupulous; nice; exact. [OF. curios, curius, F. curieux, L. curiosus careful, inquisitive, fr. cura care. See Cure.]

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

About this text

Who? 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, Who?, in Poems (1890–1896), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #12242, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/dickinson-poems/who.html, id L03778.

Form and metre

Who? is 7 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic trimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 88%). 91% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 5.1 syllables.

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.

  1. 1 -ABAB-B bird · fliesA · beB · diesA · beeB · friend · meB
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.

LineSyl.Stress
My friend must be a bird,6······
Because it flies!4····
Mortal my friend must be,6/˘····
Because it dies!4····
Barbs has it, like a bee.6······
Ah, curious friend,5·/˘˘·
Thou puzzlest me!5·/˘˘·

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