Baydary

Adam Mickiewicz (1798–1855), translated by Edna Worthley Underwood · 1917

iambic pentameter · 14 lines · from Sonnets from the Crimea

Give wings unto the storm, and spurs to steed,I'd move unchained as wind across the world,Sweep onward like a torrent mountain-hurled,Nor sea, nor height, nor valley pause to heed.The twilight spreads a dimness o'er our speed,And shows the diamond-stars from hoofs up-whirled,Since daylight now her curtained blue has juried,And mystery and magic shadows breed.

The earth sleeps, but not I--not I--not I--Who hasten to the shore where waves are loudAnd toward me in the darkness whitely crowd.Beneath them I would still my soul's deep cry--Like ships the whirlpools seize to drag to death--I'd plunge within the silence, sans thought, breath.

Words in this poem

steed n.
A horse, especially a spirited horse for state of war; -- used chiefly in poetry or stately prose. [OE. stede, AS. steda a stud-horse, war horse, fr. stod a stud of breeding steeds; akin to G. stute a mare, Icel. stedda, sto, a stud. *163. See Stud of horses.]
daylight n.
The light of day as opposed to the darkness of night; the light of the sun, as opposed to that of the moon or to artificial light.
whitely a.
Like, or coming near to, white.
sans prep.
Without; deprived or destitute of. Rarely used as an English word. [F., from L. sine without.]

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

About this text

Baydary is in the public domain. This text is taken from Sonnets from the Crimea, Project Gutenberg ebook #27069, the Edna Worthley Underwood translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Adam Mickiewicz, Baydary, in Sonnets from the Crimea (1917), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #27069, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/mickiewicz-crimea/baydary.html, id L15535.

Form and metre

Baydary is 14 lines in 2 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 93%). 97% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 7% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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 ABBAAB-A steedA · worldB · hurledB · heedA · speedA · whirledB · juried · breedA
  2. 2 ABBACC iA · loudB · crowdB · cryA · deathC · breathC
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
Give wings unto the storm, and spurs to steed,10··········
I'd move unchained as wind across the world,10······˘/··
Sweep onward like a torrent mountain-hurled,10·/˘··/˘/˘·
Nor sea, nor height, nor valley pause to heed.10·····/˘···
The twilight spreads a dimness o'er our speed,10·/···/˘·/·
And shows the diamond-stars from hoofs up-whirled,10···/˘·····
Since daylight now her curtained blue has juried,10·/···/˘···
And mystery and magic shadows breed.10·/˘˘·/˘/··
The earth sleeps, but not I--not I--not I--10··········
Who hasten to the shore where waves are loud10·/˘·······
And toward me in the darkness whitely crowd.11······/˘/˘·
Beneath them I would still my soul's deep cry--10··········
Like ships the whirlpools seize to drag to death--10···/······
I'd plunge within the silence, sans thought, breath.10·····/˘···

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