Paraphrase

Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935) · 1897

iambic pentameter · 4 lines · from The Children of the Night

We shriek to live, but no man ever livesTill he has rid the ghost of human breath;We dream to die, but no man ever diesTill he has quit the road that runs to death.

Words in this poem

ghost n.
The spirit; the soul of man. [OE. gast, gost, soul, spirit, AS. gast breath, spirit, soul; akin to OS. g spirit, soul, D. geest, G. geist, and prob. to E. gaze, ghastly.]

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

About this text

Paraphrase is in the public domain. This text is taken from Children of the Night, Project Gutenberg ebook #313; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Edwin Arlington Robinson, Paraphrase, in The Children of the Night (1897), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #313, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/robinson-children-of-night/paraphrase.html, id L08024.

Form and metre

Paraphrase is 4 lines in a single stanza. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic pentameter. 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.0 syllables.

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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-A lives · breathA · dies · deathA
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
We shriek to live, but no man ever lives10·······/˘·
Till he has rid the ghost of human breath;10·······/˘·
We dream to die, but no man ever dies10·······/˘·
Till he has quit the road that runs to death.10··········

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