The City Dead-House

Walt Whitman (1819–1892) · 1855–1892

Free verse · 21 lines · from Leaves of Grass

By the city dead-house by the gate,As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor,I curious pause, for lo, an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute brought,Her corpse they deposit unclaim’d, it lies on the damp brick pavement,The divine woman, her body, I see the body, I look on it alone,That house once full of passion and beauty, all else I notice not,Nor stillness so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odorsmorbific impress me,But the house alone--that wondrous house--that delicate fair house--that ruin!That immortal house more than all the rows of dwellings ever built!Or white-domed capitol with majestic figure surmounted, or all theold high-spired cathedrals,That little house alone more than them all--poor, desperate house!Fair, fearful wreck--tenement of a soul--itself a soul,Unclaim’d, avoided house--take one breath from my tremulous lips,Take one tear dropt aside as I go for thought of you,Dead house of love--house of madness and sin, crumbled, crush’d,House of life, erewhile talking and laughing--but ah, poor house,dead even then,Months, years, an echoing, garnish’d house--but dead, dead, dead.

Words in this poem

clangor n.
A sharp, harsh, ringing sound. [L., fr. clangere. See Clang, v. t.]
curious a.
Difficult to please or satisfy; solicitous to be correct; careful; scrupulous; nice; exact. [OF. curios, curius, F. curieux, L. curiosus careful, inquisitive, fr. cura care. See Cure.]
outcast a.
Cast out; degraded. [Cf. Sw. utkasta to cast out.]
corpse n.
A human body in general, whether living or dead; -- sometimes contemptuosly. [OF. cors (sometimes written corps), F. corps, L. corpus; akin to AS. hrif womb. See Midriff, and cf. Corse, Corselet, Corps, Cuerpo.]
stillness n.
The quality or state of being still; quietness; silence; calmness; inactivity.
morbific a.
Causing disease; generating a sickly state; as, a morbific matter. [L. morbus disease + -ficare (in comp.) to make: cf. F. morbifique. See -fy.]
wondrous adv.
In a wonderful or surprising manner or degree; wonderfully. [OE. wonders, adv. (later also adj.). See Wonder, n., and cf. -wards.]
capitol
The temple of Jupiter, at Rome, on the Mona Capitolinus, where the Senate met. [L. capitolium, fr. caput head: cf. F. capitole. See Chief.]
spired a.
Having a spire; being in the form of a spire; as, a spired steeple. Mason.
desperate a.
Without hope; given to despair; hopeless. [L. desperatus, p. p. of desperare. See Despair, and cf. Desperado.]
erewhile adv.
Some time ago; a little while before; heretofore.

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

About this text

The City Dead-House is in the public domain. This text is taken from Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg ebook #1322; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Walt Whitman, The City Dead-House, in Leaves of Grass (1855–1892), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #1322, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/whitman-leaves/the-city-dead-house.html, id L03985.

Form and metre

The City Dead-House is 21 lines in a single stanza. 78% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 13.1 syllables. 5 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 14% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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 -------AB--A-B----B-- gate · clangor · brought · pavement · alone · not · odors · meA · houseB · ruin · built · theA · cathedrals · houseB · soul · lips · you · crush'd · houseB · then · dead
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
By the city dead-house by the gate,9··/˘·····
As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor,14·/˘/˘˘/˘····/˘
I curious pause, for lo, an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute brought,18·/˘˘····/·····/˘··
Her corpse they deposit unclaim’d, it lies on the damp brick pavement,16···˘/˘˘/······/˘
The divine woman, her body, I see the body, I look on it alone,19·˘//˘·/˘···/˘····˘/
That house once full of passion and beauty, all else I notice not,16·····/˘·/˘···/˘·
Nor stillness so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odors16·/˘···/˘/˘·/˘·/˘
morbific impress me,6···˘/·
But the house alone--that wondrous house--that delicate fair house15···˘/·/˘··/˘˘··
--that ruin!3·/˘
That immortal house more than all the rows of dwellings ever built!16·˘/˘·······/˘/˘·
Or white-domed capitol with majestic figure surmounted, or all the18···/˘˘·˘/˘/˘˘/˘···
old high-spired cathedrals,6···˘/˘
That little house alone more than them all--poor, desperate house!14·/˘·˘/·····/˘·
Fair, fearful wreck--tenement of a soul--itself a soul,14·/˘·/˘˘···˘/··
Unclaim’d, avoided house--take one breath from my tremulous lips,15˘/˘/˘······/˘˘·
Take one tear dropt aside as I go for thought of you,13····˘/·······
Dead house of love--house of madness and sin, crumbled, crush’d,13······/˘··/˘·
House of life, erewhile talking and laughing--but ah, poor house,16·······/˘·/˘····
dead even then,4·/˘·
Months, years, an echoing, garnish’d house--but dead, dead, dead.13···/˘˘/˘·····

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