Masses

Carl Sandburg (1878–1967) · 1916

free verse · 5 lines · from Chicago Poems

Among the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed;On the beach where the long push under the endless tide maneuvers, I stood silent;Under the stars on the prairie watching the Dipper slant over the horizon's grass, I was full of thoughts.Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and workers, mothers lifting their children—these all I touched, and felt the solemn thrill of them.And then one day I got a true look at the Poor, millions of the Poor, patient and toiling; more patient than crags, tides, and stars; innumerable, patient as the darkness of night—and all broken, humble ruins of nations.

Words in this poem

crag n.
The neck or throat [A form of craw: cf. D. kraag neck, collar, G. kragen. See Craw.]
dipper n.
One who, or that which, dips; especially, a vessel used to dip water or other liquid; a ladle.

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

About this text

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Form and metre

Masses is 5 lines in a single stanza.

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.

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
Among the mountains I wandered and saw blue haze and red crag and was amazed;19···/˘·/˘·········˘/
On the beach where the long push under the endless tide maneuvers, I stood silent;20··········/˘·˘/˘··/˘
Under the stars on the prairie watching the Dipper slant over the horizon's grass, I was full of thoughts.26······/˘/˘·/˘····˘/˘······
Great men, pageants of war and labor, soldiers and workers, mothers lifting their children—these all I touched, and felt the solemn thrill of them.33··/˘···/˘/˘·/˘/˘/˘·/˘·······/˘···
And then one day I got a true look at the Poor, millions of the Poor, patient and toiling; more patient than crags, tides, and stars; innumerable, patient as the darkness of night—and all broken, humble ruins of nations.54············/˘···/˘·/˘·/˘·····˘/˘˘˘/˘··/˘····/˘/˘/˘·/˘

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