The Alien

Aldous Huxley (1894–1963) · 1918

iambic trimeter · ABBA · 12 lines · from The Defeat of Youth, and Other Poems

A petal drifted looseFrom a great magnolia bloom,Your face hung in the gloom,Floating, white and close.

We seemed alone: but anotherBent o'er you with lips of flame,Unknown, without a name,Hated, and yet my brother.

Your one short moan of painWas an exorcising spell:The devil flew back to hell;We were alone again.

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The Alien is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Defeat of Youth, and Other Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #24364; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Aldous Huxley, The Alien, in The Defeat of Youth, and Other Poems (1918), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #24364, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/huxley-defeat-of-youth/the-alien.html, id L22018.

Form and metre

The Alien is 12 lines in 3 stanzas of 4 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABBA, complete in 2 of its 3 stanzas. The metre is iambic trimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 91%).

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 -AA- loose · bloomA · gloomA · close
  2. 2 ABBA anotherA · flameB · nameB · brotherA
  3. 3 ABBA painA · spellB · hellB · againA
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
A petal drifted loose6·/˘/˘·
From a great magnolia bloom,7···˘/˘·
Your face hung in the gloom,6······
Floating, white and close.5/˘···
We seemed alone: but another8··˘/·˘/˘
Bent o'er you with lips of flame,7·······
Unknown, without a name,6˘/····
Hated, and yet my brother.7/˘···/˘
Your one short moan of pain6······
Was an exorcising spell:7·······
The devil flew back to hell;6·/····
We were alone again.6··˘/˘/

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