First Voice
So long adrift, so fast aground,What foam and ruin have we found--We, the Wise Brothers?Could heaven and earth be framed amiss,That we should land in fine like this--We, and no others?
Words in this poem
- adrift adv.
- Floating at random; in a drifting condition; at the mercy of wind and waves. Also fig. [Pref. a- (for on) + drift.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
First Voice is in the public domain. This text is taken from The town down the river, Project Gutenberg ebook #76699; 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, First Voice, in The Town Down the River (1910), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #76699, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/robinson-town-down-river/first-voice.html, id L17199.
Form and metre
First Voice is 6 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes AABCCB. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%). 100% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.0 syllables. 2 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending.
See other poems in iambic 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 AABCCB agroundA · foundA · brothersB · amissC · thisC · othersB
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 tetrameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| So long adrift, so fast aground, | 8 | ··˘/··˘/ |
| What foam and ruin have we found-- | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| We, the Wise Brothers? | 5 | ···/˘ |
| Could heaven and earth be framed amiss, | 8 | ·/····˘/ |
| That we should land in fine like this-- | 8 | ········ |
| We, and no others? | 5 | ···/˘ |
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