Question

Heinrich Heine (1797–1856), translated by Emma Lazarus · 1881

iambic tetrameter · unrhymed · 18 lines · from Poems and Ballads

By the sea, by the desolate nocturnal sea,Stands a youthful man,His breast full of sadness, his head full of doubt.And with bitter lips he questions the waves:"Oh solve me the riddle of life!The cruel, world-old riddle,Concerning which, already many a head hath been racked.Heads in hieroglyphic-hats,Heads in turbans and in black caps,Periwigged heads, and a thousand otherPoor, sweating human heads.Tell me, what signifies man?Whence does he come? whither does he go?Who dwells yonder above the golden stars?"

The waves murmur their eternal murmur,The winds blow, the clouds flow past.Cold and indifferent twinkle the stars,And a fool awaits an answer.

Words in this poem

sadness n.
Heaviness; firmness.
whither adv.
To what place; -- used interrogatively; as, whither goest thou [OE. whider. AS. hwider; akin to E. where, who; cf. Goth. hvadre whither. See Who, and cf. Hither, Thither.]
yonder adv.
At a distance, but within view. [OE. yonder, ýonder; cf. OD. ginder, Goth. jaindr there. Yond, adv.]
twinkle v. i.
To open and shut the eye rapidly; to blink; to wink. [OE. twinklen, AS. twinclian; akin to OE. twinken to blink, wink, G. zwinken, zwinkern, and perhaps to E. twitch.]

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

About this text

Question is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems and Ballads, Project Gutenberg ebook #31726, the Emma Lazarus translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

Question is 18 lines in 2 verse paragraphs. It is unrhymed, as far as the pronouncing dictionary can tell. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 78%). 95% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.7 syllables. 4 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 6% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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-- sea · manA · doubt · waves · life · riddle · racked · hats · caps · other · heads · manA · go · stars
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
By the sea, by the desolate nocturnal sea,11·····/˘˘/˘·
Stands a youthful man,5··/˘·
His breast full of sadness, his head full of doubt.11····/˘·····
And with bitter lips he questions the waves:10··/˘··/˘··
"Oh solve me the riddle of life!8····/˘··
The cruel, world-old riddle,7·/˘··/˘
Concerning which, already many a head hath been racked.13˘/˘·˘/˘/·····
Heads in hieroglyphic-hats,7···˘/˘·
Heads in turbans and in black caps,8··/˘····
Periwigged heads, and a thousand other10······/˘/˘
Poor, sweating human heads.6·/˘/˘·
Tell me, what signifies man?7···/˘··
Whence does he come? whither does he go?9····/˘···
Who dwells yonder above the golden stars?"10··/˘···/˘·
The waves murmur their eternal murmur,10··/˘·˘/˘/˘
The winds blow, the clouds flow past.7·······
Cold and indifferent twinkle the stars,9··˘/˘/˘··
And a fool awaits an answer.8···˘/·/˘

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