by Liz Mastin
I have discussed the most commonly used
feet in metered poetry; the iambic
and trochaic feet, in my past columns
and have given examples. Both of these feet have two beats: the iamb sounding like (da DUM ’) with the hard stress placed on the
second syllable and the trochee, sounding like (DUM’da )
with the hard stress landing on the first syllable. But another commonly used
foot is the “anapest.” The anapest is a
three syllable foot sounding like this: da da DUM ’.
According
to Wikipedia “Because of its length and the fact that it ends with a strong
syllable and so allows for strong rhythms, the anapest can produce a very
rolling, galloping verse, and can
allow for long lines with a great deal of internal complexity.” I think the
best way to show you how the anapest works is by example.
Examples of anapestic
poems:
“For
the moon/ never beams/
without bring/ ing me dreams/ of the
beau/
tiful Ann / abellee’.”
“The
Assy/ rian came down/ like a wolf/ on the fold”
Limericks are
all anapestic, as well as most of the Dr. Suess ’s children’s books.
To
determine the footage of poem one looks at the predominant foot. In the poem “Slievenamon” you see other kinds of
feet beside the anapestic foot, but they are substitutions in a
predominantly anapestic poem
Example
from “Slievenamon” by Irish poet Charles J.
Kickmam
Alone,
all alone,by the wave-washed strand,
And
alone in the crowded hall.
The
hall is gay, and the waves they
are grand,
But
my heart is not here at
all.
“All
alone, by the wave, and alone, in the crowd, and the waves, they are grand, but
my heart, is not here: these are all anapestic feet sounding like da
da DUM."
The
other words in the lines form pure iambs.
Here
is “Slievenamon” in its entirety. See if you recognise the anapests as they
appear throughout the poem. This poem is an anapestic poem by any standards.
You will see the substituted iambs throughout, as well.
Slievenmon
By
Charles J. Kickmam
Alone,
all alone, by the wave-washed strand,
And
alone in the crowded hall.
The
hall is gay, and the waves they are grand,
But
my heart is not here at all!
It
flies far away, by night and by day,
To
the time and the joys that are gone!
And
I never can forget the sweet maiden I met,
In
the valley near Slievenamon.
It
was not the grace of her queenly air,
Nor
her cheek of the rose’s glow,
Nor
her soft black eyes, nor her flowing hair,
Nor
was it her lily-white brow.
“Twas
the soul of truth and of melting truth,
And
the smile like a summer dawn,
That
stole my heart, one soft summer day,
In
the valley near Slievenamon.
In
the festive hall, by the star-watched shore,
Ever
my restless spirit cries:
“My
love, oh, my love, shall I ne’er see you more?
And,
my land, will you never uprise?
By
night and by day, I ever, ever, pray,
While
lonely my life flows on,
To
see our flag unrolled, and my love to enfold
In
the valley near Slievenamon.
Liz Mastin is a poet who lives in Coeur d’ Alene, Idaho during the summer and Bullhead City , Arizona
in winter. She thrives on the study of the great poets, their biographies, the
schools of poetry to which they adhered, and the poetic conventions of the
times in which they lived.
While she enjoys free verse as well as metrical poetry, her
main interest lies in prosody. She notices that most of the enduring poems are
those we can remember and recite. Liz enjoys poetry forms such as the sonnet,
the sestina, the couplet, blank verse, simple quatrains, etc. and she hopes to
see modern poets regain interest in studied metrical poetry.
Liz is currently putting together her first collection of
poems which should be completed this winter. The poems are a mixture of
metrical and free verse poems.