America!

Lola Ridge (1873–1941) · 1918

iambic trimeter · 8 lines · from The Ghetto, and Other Poems

And after...(Do you remember?)The drollery of the wind on our faces,And horizons reeling,And the terror of the plainHeaving like a gaunt pelvis to the sun...Under us--threshing and twangingTorn-up roots of the Song...

Words in this poem

drollery n.
The quality of being droll; sportive tricks; buffoonery; droll stories; comical gestures or manners. [F. drôlerie. See Droll.]
gaunt a.
Attenuated, as with fasting or suffering; lean; meager; pinched and grim. [Cf. Norw. gand a thin pointed stick, a tall and thin man, and W. gwan weak.]

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

About this text

America! is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Ghetto, and Other Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #4332; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Lola Ridge, America!, in The Ghetto, and Other Poems (1918), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #4332, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/ridge-ghetto/america.html, id L20895.

Form and metre

America! is 8 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic trimeter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 79%).

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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 ---A--AA after · remember · faces · reelingA · plain · sun · twangingA · songA
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 trimeter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
And after...3···
(Do you remember?)5··˘/˘
The drollery of the wind on our faces,12·/˘˘····/˘/˘
And horizons reeling,6·˘/˘/˘
And the terror of the plain7··/˘···
Heaving like a gaunt pelvis to the sun...10/˘···/˘···
Under us--threshing and twanging8···/˘·/˘
Torn-up roots of the Song...6······

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