A Song of the Degrees III

Ezra Pound (1885–1972) · 1916

Free verse · unrhymed · 6 lines · from Lustra

O glass subtly evil, O confusion of colours!O light bound and bent in, O soul of the captive,Why am I warned? Why am I sent away?Why is your glitter full of curious mistrust?O glass subtle and cunning, O powdery gold!O filaments of amber, two-faced iridescence!

Words in this poem

subtly adv.
In a subtle manner; slyly; artfully; cunningly.
curious a.
Difficult to please or satisfy; solicitous to be correct; careful; scrupulous; nice; exact. [OF. curios, curius, F. curieux, L. curiosus careful, inquisitive, fr. cura care. See Cure.]
iridescence n.
Exhibition of colors like those of the rainbow; the quality or state of being iridescent; a prismatic play of color; as, the iridescence of mother-of-pearl. [See Iridescent.]

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

About this text

A Song of the Degrees III is in the public domain. This text is taken from Lustra of Ezra Pound, Project Gutenberg ebook #55564; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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Form and metre

A Song of the Degrees III is 6 lines in a single verse paragraph. It is unrhymed, as far as the pronouncing dictionary can tell. The lines average 12.2 syllables. 2 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending.

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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
O glass subtly evil, O confusion of colours!14··/˘˘/˘·˘/˘·/˘
O light bound and bent in, O soul of the captive,12··········/˘
Why am I warned? Why am I sent away?10········˘/
Why is your glitter full of curious mistrust?12···/˘··/˘˘˘/
O glass subtle and cunning, O powdery gold!12··/˘·/˘·/˘˘·
O filaments of amber, two-faced iridescence!13·/˘˘·/˘······

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