The Fascination of What's Difficult

W. B. Yeats (1865–1939) · 1914

iambic pentameter · 13 lines · from Responsibilities

The fascination of what's difficultHas dried the sap out of my veins, and rentSpontaneous joy and natural contentOut of my heart. There's something ails our coltThat must, as if it had not holy blood,Nor on an Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud,Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and joltAs though it dragged road metal. My curse on playsThat have to be set up in fifty ways,On the day's war with every knave and dolt,Theatre business, management of men.I swear before the dawn comes round againI'll find the stable and pull out the bolt.

Words in this poem

fascination n.
The act of fascinating, bewhiching, or enchanting; enchantment; witchcraft; the exercise of a powerful or irresistible influence on the affections or passions; unseen, inexplicable influence. [L. fascinatio; cf. F. fascination.]
knave n.
A boy; especially, a boy servant. Wyclif. [OE., boy, servant, knave, AS. cnafa boy, youth; cf. AS. cnapa boy, youth, D. kna, G. knabe boy, knappe esquire, Icel. knapi, Sw. knape esquire, knäfvel knave.]
theatre n.
An edifice in which dramatic performances or spectacles are exhibited for the amusement of spectators; anciently uncovered, except the stage, but in modern times roofed. [F. thé\'83tre, L. theatrum, Gr. dhya to meditate, think. Cf. Theory.]

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

About this text

The Fascination of What's Difficult 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.

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Form and metre

The Fascination of What's Difficult is 13 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 81%). 91% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.2 syllables. 2 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 54% 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 ABBA--ACCADDA difficultA · rentB · contentB · coltA · blood · cloud · joltA · playsC · waysC · doltA · menD · againD · boltA
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
The fascination of what's difficult10··˘/˘··/˘˘
Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent10··········
Spontaneous joy and natural content11˘/˘˘··/˘˘/˘
Out of my heart. There's something ails our colt10·····/˘·/·
That must, as if it had not holy blood,10·······/˘·
Nor on an Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud,11···˘/˘·····
Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt10/˘········
As though it dragged road metal. My curse on plays11·····/˘····
That have to be set up in fifty ways,10·······/˘·
On the day's war with every knave and dolt,10·····/˘···
Theatre business, management of men.10/˘˘/˘/˘˘··
I swear before the dawn comes round again10········˘/
I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt.10···/˘·····

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