Thursday

William Carlos Williams (1883–1963) · 1921

iambic tetrameter · 9 lines · from Sour Grapes

I have had my dream--like others--and it has come to nothing, so thatI remain now carelesslywith feet planted on the groundand look up at the sky--feeling my clothes about me,the weight of my body in my shoes,the rim of my hat, air passing in and outat my nose--and decide to dream no more.

About this text

Thursday is in the public domain. This text is taken from Sour Grapes: A Book of Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #35667; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: William Carlos Williams, Thursday, in Sour Grapes (1921), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #35667, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/williams-sour-grapes/thursday.html, id L01164.

Form and metre

Thursday is 9 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 78%). 98% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.2 syllables. 2 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 44% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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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 ----AA--- others · that · carelessly · ground · skyA · meA · shoes · out · more
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
I have had my dream--like others--8······/˘
and it has come to nothing, so that9·····/˘··
I remain now carelessly7·˘/·/˘˘
with feet planted on the ground7··/˘···
and look up at the sky--6······
feeling my clothes about me,7/˘·····
the weight of my body in my shoes,9····/˘···
the rim of my hat, air passing in and out11······/˘···
at my nose--and decide to dream no more.10····˘/····

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