Pea Brush

Robert Frost (1874–1963) · 1916

iambic pentameter · ABAB · 24 lines · from Mountain Interval

I walked down alone Sunday after churchTo the place where John has been cutting treesTo see for myself about the birchHe said I could have to bush my peas.

The sun in the new-cut narrow gapWas hot enough for the first of May,And stifling hot with the odor of sapFrom stumps still bleeding their life away.

The frogs that were peeping a thousand shrillWherever the ground was low and wet,The minute they heard my step went stillTo watch me and see what I came to get.

Birch boughs enough piled everywhere!--All fresh and sound from the recent axe.Time someone came with cart and pairAnd got them off the wild flower's backs.

They might be good for garden thingsTo curl a little finger round,The same as you seize cat's-cradle strings,And lift themselves up off the ground.

Small good to anything growing wild,They were crooking many a trilliumThat had budded before the boughs were piledAnd since it was coming up had to come.

Words in this poem

wherever adv.
At or in whatever place; wheresoever.
went n.
Course; way; path; journey; direction.
piled a.
Having a pile or point; pointed. [From 2d Pile.]
backs n.
Among leather dealers, the thickest and stoutest tanned hides.
trillium n.
A genus of liliaceous plants; the three-leaved nightshade; -- so called because all the parts of the plant are in threes. [NL.; cf. L. trilix triple-woven, triple.]

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

About this text

Pea Brush is in the public domain. This text is taken from Mountain Interval, Project Gutenberg ebook #29345; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Robert Frost, Pea Brush, in Mountain Interval (1916), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #29345, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/frost-mountain-interval/pea-brush.html, id L02649.

Form and metre

Pea Brush is 24 lines in 6 stanzas of 4 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABAB, complete in 5 of its 6 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 76%). 87% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 9.2 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 46% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic pentameter.

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 churchA · treesB · birchA · peasB
  2. 2 ABAB gapA · mayB · sapA · awayB
  3. 3 ABAB shrillA · wetB · stillA · getB
  4. 4 ABAB everywhereA · axeB · pairA · backsB
  5. 5 ABAB thingsA · roundB · stringsA · groundB
  6. 6 A-A- wildA · trillium · piledA · come
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
I walked down alone Sunday after church10···˘//····
To the place where John has been cutting trees10·······/˘·
To see for myself about the birch9····/····
He said I could have to bush my peas.9·········
The sun in the new-cut narrow gap9······/˘·
Was hot enough for the first of May,9··˘/·····
And stifling hot with the odor of sap10·/˘···/˘··
From stumps still bleeding their life away.9···/˘··˘/
The frogs that were peeping a thousand shrill10····/˘·/˘·
Wherever the ground was low and wet,9˘/˘······
The minute they heard my step went still9·/˘······
To watch me and see what I came to get.10··········
Birch boughs enough piled everywhere!--9··˘/·˘/˘·
All fresh and sound from the recent axe.9······/˘·
Time someone came with cart and pair8·/······
And got them off the wild flower's backs.9······/˘·
They might be good for garden things8·····/˘·
To curl a little finger round,8···/˘/˘·
The same as you seize cat's-cradle strings,9······/˘·
And lift themselves up off the ground.8··˘/····
Small good to anything growing wild,9···/˘·/˘·
They were crooking many a trillium10··/˘/˘·/˘˘
That had budded before the boughs were piled10··/˘······
And since it was coming up had to come.10····/˘····

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