The Noon Hour

Carl Sandburg (1878–1967) · 1916

iambic tetrameter · 13 lines · from Chicago Poems

She sits in the dust at the wallsAnd makes cigars,Bending at the benchWith fingers wage-anxious,Changing her sweat for the day’s pay.

Now the noon hour has come,And she leans with her bare armsOn the window-sill over the river,Leans and feels at her throatCool-moving things out of the free open ways:

At her throat and eyes and nostrilsThe touch and the blowing coolOf great free ways beyond the walls.

About this text

The Noon Hour is in the public domain. This text is taken from Chicago Poems, Wikisource; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Carl Sandburg, The Noon Hour, in Chicago Poems (1916), text of Wikisource, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/sandburg-chicago-poems/the-noon-hour.html, id L28983.

Form and metre

The Noon Hour is 13 lines in 3 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 75%).

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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. 3 A-A nostrilsA · cool · wallsA
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.

LineSyl.Stress
She sits in the dust at the walls8········
And makes cigars,4··˘/
Bending at the bench5/˘···
With fingers wage-anxious,6·/˘·/˘
Changing her sweat for the day’s pay.8/˘······
Now the noon hour has come,7···/˘··
And she leans with her bare arms7·······
On the window-sill over the river,10··/˘····/˘
Leans and feels at her throat6······
Cool-moving things out of the free open ways:11·/˘·····/˘·
At her throat and eyes and nostrils8······/˘
The touch and the blowing cool7····/˘·
Of great free ways beyond the walls.8········

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