The New Love

Dorothy Parker (1893–1967) · 1926

trochaic tetrameter · ABAB · 12 lines · from Enough Rope

If it shine or if it rain,Little will I care or know.Days, like drops upon a pane,Slip, and join, and go.

At my door's another lad;Here's his flower in my hair.If he see me pale and sad,Will he see me fair?

I sit looking at the floor.Little will I think or sayIf he seek another door;Even if he stay.

Words in this poem

pane n.
The narrow edge of a hammer head. See Peen. [F. panne.]

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

About this text

The New Love is in the public domain. This text is taken from Enough Rope: Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #68353; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Dorothy Parker, The New Love, in Enough Rope (1926), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #68353, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/parker-enough-rope/the-new-love.html, id L27336.

Form and metre

The New Love is 12 lines in 3 stanzas of 4 lines each. Every stanza rhymes ABAB. The metre is trochaic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 94%).

See other poems in trochaic tetrameter.

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 ABAB rainA · knowB · paneA · goB
  2. 2 ABAB ladA · hairB · sadA · fairB
  3. 3 ABAB floorA · sayB · doorA · stayB
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 trochaic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
If it shine or if it rain,7·······
Little will I care or know.7/˘·····
Days, like drops upon a pane,7·······
Slip, and join, and go.5·····
At my door's another lad;7···˘/˘·
Here's his flower in my hair.7··/˘···
If he see me pale and sad,7·······
Will he see me fair?5·····
I sit looking at the floor.7··/˘···
Little will I think or say7/˘·····
If he seek another door;7···˘/˘·
Even if he stay.5/˘···

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