In an earlier blog, I had written about my conversion of iambic pentameter as a beautiful form of poetry widely used in the English language – a metre of unstressed/stressed syllables.I picked out some of my favourite verses, and much loved by others in this country, not knowing beforehand whether these poems were free form or the poet engaged in the discipline of the metre. All these poets engaged in the discipline as the basis for the poem with a little variation.
I asked Jenny in Totnes to look at the verses. The poets have deliberately used some minor irregularities.
1. Iambic tetrametre (four beats):
She walks /in beau/ty; like /the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes
Thus mellowed to that tender light […’to that’ is also rather pyrrhic]
Which to gaudy day denies.
Lord Byron.
2, There is a certain number of stresses per line.
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
and a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made
nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee
and live alone in the bee-loud glade.
W.B. Yeats.
3, This seems to be close to iambic tetrametre too but with some irregularities (anapaests, underlined]:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood,
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Robert Frost.
4. This is pure iambic pentameter, alternating feminine and masculine endings – giving a sense of firmness at the end of every alternate line.
If you can dream and not make dreams your master
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same.
Rudyard Kipling.
5. Iambic tetrameter again:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils.
Wordsworth.
6. Basically iambic pentameter but with some variations,
Turning/and turn/ing in /the wide/ning gyre [one trochee and four iambs]
The falc/on can/not hear /the falc/oner [four iambs and final pyrrhic]
Things fall /apart,/ the cent/re can/not hold [five iambs]
Mere an/archy /is loose /upon /the world [five iambs]
W.B.Yeats.
Unstressed/stressed syllable form for 10 syllables harmonises with the heart beat (ti-tum, ti-tum, ti-tum) and natural length of receptivity per line.
I continue to change my poems into unstressed/stressed metre form – with some irregularities, not always intentional. It takes hours for a single poem but very enjoyable.