Romance

Claude McKay (1889–1948) · 1922

iambic pentameter · heroic couplets · 16 lines · from Harlem Shadows

To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,Scented and warm against my beating breast;

To whisper soft and quivering your name,And drink the passion burning in your frame;

To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak

Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,Melodious like notes of mating birds;

To hear you ask if I shall love always,And myself answer: Till the end of days;

To feel your easeful sigh of happinessWhen on your trembling lips I murmur: Yes;

It is so sweet. We know it is not true.What matters it? The night must shed her dew.

We know it is not true, but it is sweet--The poem with this music is complete.

Words in this poem

shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
easeful a.
Full of ease; suitable for affording ease or rest; quiet; comfortable; restful.

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

About this text

Romance is in the public domain. This text is taken from Harlem shadows, Project Gutenberg ebook #64989; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Claude McKay, Romance, in Harlem Shadows (1922), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #64989, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/mckay-harlem-shadows/romance.html, id L01393.

Form and metre

Romance is 16 lines in 8 stanzas of 2 lines each. It is in rhyming couplets: heroic couplets. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 86%). 91% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.0 syllables. 1 line ends on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 12% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in heroic couplets, 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 AA pressedA · breastA
  2. 2 AA nameA · frameA
  3. 3 AA cheekA · speakA
  4. 4 AA wordsA · birdsA
  5. 5 AA alwaysA · daysA
  6. 6 AA happinessA · yesA
  7. 7 AA trueA · dewA
  8. 8 AA sweetA · completeA
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
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,10··········
Scented and warm against my beating breast;10/˘·····/˘·
To whisper soft and quivering your name,10·/˘··/˘˘··
And drink the passion burning in your frame;10···/˘/˘···
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,10··········
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak10·····/˘···
Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,10·······/˘·
Melodious like notes of mating birds;10˘/˘˘···/˘·
To hear you ask if I shall love always,10········/·
And myself answer: Till the end of days;10··//˘·····
To feel your easeful sigh of happiness10···/˘··/˘˘
When on your trembling lips I murmur: Yes;10···/˘··/˘·
It is so sweet. We know it is not true.10··········
What matters it? The night must shed her dew.10·/˘·······
We know it is not true, but it is sweet--10··········
The poem with this music is complete.10·/˘··/˘·˘/

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