John Ballard

Edgar Lee Masters (1868–1950) · 1915

iambic tetrameter · 18 lines · from Spoon River Anthology

In the lust of my strengthI cursed God, but he paid no attention to me:I might as well have cursed the stars.In my last sickness I was in agony, but I was resoluteAnd I cursed God for my suffering;Still He paid no attention to me;He left me alone, as He had always done.I might as well have cursed the Presbyterian steeple.Then, as I grew weaker, a terror came over me:Perhaps I had alienated God by cursing him.One day Lydia Humphrey brought me a bouquetAnd it occurred to me to try to make friends with God,So I tried to make friends with Him;But I might as well have tried to make friends with the bouquet.Now I was very close to the secret,For I really could make friends with the bouquetBy holding close to me the love in me for the bouquetAnd so I was creeping upon the secret, but—

Words in this poem

lust v. i.
To list; to like. [AS. lystan. See Lust, n., and cf. List to choose.]
cursed a.
Deserving a curse; execrable; hateful; detestable; abominable.

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

About this text

John Ballard is in the public domain. This text is taken from Spoon River Anthology, Project Gutenberg ebook #1280; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Edgar Lee Masters, John Ballard, in Spoon River Anthology (1915), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #1280, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/masters-spoon-river/john-ballard.html, id L07950.

Form and metre

John Ballard is 18 lines in a single stanza. 82% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 11.5 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 28% 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---A--ABC-BCDCCD strength · meA · stars · resolute · suffering · meA · done · steeple · meA · himB · bouquetC · god · himB · bouquetC · secretD · bouquetC · bouquetC · butD
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
In the lust of my strength6······
I cursed God, but he paid no attention to me:12·······˘/˘··
I might as well have cursed the stars.8········
In my last sickness I was in agony, but I was resolute17···/˘···/˘˘···/˘·
And I cursed God for my suffering;9······/˘˘
Still He paid no attention to me;9····˘/˘··
He left me alone, as He had always done.11···˘/···/··
I might as well have cursed the Presbyterian steeple.14········˘/˘˘/˘
Then, as I grew weaker, a terror came over me:13····/˘·/˘····
Perhaps I had alienated God by cursing him.14˘/··/˘˘·˘··/˘·
One day Lydia Humphrey brought me a bouquet12··/˘˘/˘···˘/
And it occurred to me to try to make friends with God,13··˘/·········
So I tried to make friends with Him;8········
But I might as well have tried to make friends with the bouquet.14············˘/
Now I was very close to the secret,10···/˘···/˘
For I really could make friends with the bouquet11··/˘·····˘/
By holding close to me the love in me for the bouquet14·/˘·········˘/
And so I was creeping upon the secret, but—12····/˘···/˘·

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