A Coat

W. B. Yeats (1865–1939) · 1914

iambic pentameter · 24 lines · from Responsibilities

I made my song a coatCovered with embroideriesOut of old mythologiesFrom heel to throat;But the fools caught it,Wore it in the world's eyeAs though they'd wrought it.Song, let them take itFor there's more enterpriseIn walking naked.

While I, from that reed-throated whispererWho comes at need, although not now as onceA clear articulation in the airBut inwardly, surmise companionsBeyond the fling of the dull ass's hoof,--Ben Jonson's phrase--and find when June is comeAt Kyle-na-no under that ancient roofA sterner conscience and a friendlier home,I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs,Those undreamt accidents that have made me--Seeing that Fame has perished this long whileBeing but a part of ancient ceremony--Notorious, till all my priceless thingsAre but a post the passing dogs defile.

Words in this poem

whisperer n.
One who whispers.
sterner n.
A director. Dr. R. Clerke. [See 3d Stern.]
conscience n.
Knowledge of one's own thoughts or actions; consciousness. [F. conscience, fr. L. conscientia, fr. consciens, p.pr. of conscire to know, to be conscious; con- + scire to know. See Science.]
undreamt a.
Not dreamed, or dreamed of; not thof.
priceless a.
Too valuable to admit of being appraised; of inestimable worth; invaluable.

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

About this text

A Coat is in the public domain. This text is taken from Responsibilities, and other poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #36865; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: W. B. Yeats, A Coat, in Responsibilities (1914), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #36865, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/yeats-responsibilities/a-coat.html, id L04582.

Form and metre

A Coat is 24 lines in 2 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 82%). 89% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.2 syllables. 6 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 62% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic pentameter.

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--AB-BB-- coatA · embroideries · mythologies · throatA · itB · eye · itB · itB · enterprise · naked
  2. 2 ----ABAB--C--C whisperer · once · air · companions · hoofA · comeB · roofA · homeB · wrongs · me · whileC · ceremony · things · defileC
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 pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
I made my song a coat6······
Covered with embroideries7/˘·˘/˘˘
Out of old mythologies7···˘/˘˘
From heel to throat;4····
But the fools caught it,5·····
Wore it in the world's eye6······
As though they'd wrought it.5·····
Song, let them take it5·····
For there's more enterprise6···/˘·
In walking naked.5·/˘/˘
While I, from that reed-throated whisperer10·····/˘/˘˘
Who comes at need, although not now as once10··········
A clear articulation in the air10···˘˘/˘···
But inwardly, surmise companions9·/˘˘˘/˘/˘
Beyond the fling of the dull ass's hoof,10·······/˘·
--Ben Jonson's phrase--and find when June is come10·/˘·······
At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof10·······/˘·
A sterner conscience and a friendlier home,10·/˘/˘··/˘·
I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs,10··˘//˘····
Those undreamt accidents that have made me10···/˘˘····
--Seeing that Fame has perished this long while10/˘···/˘···
Being but a part of ancient ceremony--11/····/˘/˘·˘
Notorious, till all my priceless things10˘/˘˘···/˘·
Are but a post the passing dogs defile.10·····/˘·˘/

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