Pain

Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) · 1920

iambic tetrameter · 8 lines · from Flame and Shadow

Waves are the sea's white daughters,And raindrops the children of rain,But why for my shimmering bodyHave I a mother like Pain?

Night is the mother of stars,And wind the mother of foam--The world is brimming with beauty,But I must stay at home.

Words in this poem

shimmering n.
A gleam or glimmering.
brimming a.
Full to the brim; overflowing.

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

About this text

Pain is in the public domain. This text is taken from Flame and Shadow, Project Gutenberg ebook #591; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Sara Teasdale, Pain, in Flame and Shadow (1920), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #591, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/teasdale-flame-shadow/pain.html, id L16979.

Form and metre

Pain is 8 lines in 2 stanzas of 4 lines each. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic tetrameter. 85% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.4 syllables. 3 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 12% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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. 1 -A-A daughters · rainA · body · painA
  2. 2 -A-A stars · foamA · beauty · homeA
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
Waves are the sea's white daughters,7·····/˘
And raindrops the children of rain,8·/··/˘··
But why for my shimmering body9····/˘˘/˘
Have I a mother like Pain?7···/˘··
Night is the mother of stars,7···/˘··
And wind the mother of foam--7···/˘··
The world is brimming with beauty,8···/˘·/˘
But I must stay at home.6······

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