Irony

D. H. Lawrence (1885–1930) · 1916

24 lines · from Amores

ALWAYS, sweetheart,Carry into your room the blossoming boughs ofcherry,Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, thatverySoon strews itself on the floor; and keep the radianceof springFresh quivering; keep the sunny-swift March-dayswaitingIn a little throng at your door, and admit the onewho is plaitingHer hair for womanhood, and play awhile with her,then bid her depart.

A come and go of March-day lovesThrough the flower-vine, trailing screen;A fluttering in of doves.Then a launch abroad of shrinking dovesOver the waste where no hope is seenOf open hands:Dance in and outSmall-bosomed girls of the spring of love,With a bubble of laughter, and shrilly shoutOf mirth; then the dripping of tears on yourglove.

Words in this poem

sunny a.
Of or pertaining to the sun; proceeding from, or resembling the sun; hence, shining; bright; brilliant; radiant.
awhile adv.
For a while; for some time; for a short time. [Adj. a + while time, interval.]
depart v. i.
To part; to divide; to separate. [OE. departen to divide, part, depart, F. départir to divide, distribute, se départir to separate one's self, depart; pref. dé- (L. de) + partir to part, depart,]
shrilly a.
Somewhat shrill.
dripping n.
A falling in drops, or the sound so made.

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

About this text

Irony is in the public domain. This text is taken from Amores: Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #22531; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: D. H. Lawrence, Irony, in Amores (1916), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #22531, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/lawrence-amores/irony.html, id L13551.

Form and metre

Irony is 24 lines in 2 stanzas. 88% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.2 syllables. 5 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 62% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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 A-B-B-C-C-C-A sweetheartA · of · cherryB · that · veryB · radiance · springC · days · waitingC · one · plaitingC · her · departA
  2. 2 ABAAB-CDC-D lovesA · screenB · dovesA · dovesA · seenB · hands · outC · loveD · shoutC · your · gloveD
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. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
ALWAYS, sweetheart,4/·/·
Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of11/˘·····/˘··
cherry,2
Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that12/˘·/˘··˘/···
very2
Soon strews itself on the floor; and keep the radiance12··˘/······/˘
of spring2··
Fresh quivering; keep the sunny-swift March-days10·/˘··/˘···
waiting2
In a little throng at your door, and admit the one13··/˘·····˘/··
who is plaiting4··/˘
Her hair for womanhood, and play awhile with her,12···/˘···˘/··
then bid her depart.5···˘/
A come and go of March-day loves8········
Through the flower-vine, trailing screen;8··/˘·/˘·
A fluttering in of doves.7·/˘˘···
Then a launch abroad of shrinking doves9···˘/·/˘·
Over the waste where no hope is seen9·········
Of open hands:4·/˘·
Dance in and out4····
Small-bosomed girls of the spring of love,10·/˘˘······
With a bubble of laughter, and shrilly shout11··/˘·/˘·/˘·
Of mirth; then the dripping of tears on your10····/˘····
glove.1·

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