The Fascination Of What's Difficult
William Butler Yeats
The fascination of what's difficult
Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
Spontaneous joy and natural content
Out of my heart. There's something ails our colt
That must, as if it had not holy blood
Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud,
Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt
As though it dragged road-metal. My curse on plays
That 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 again
I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt.
And yet Yeats, like the rest of us, was fascinated with the difficult as well.
>The fascination of what's difficult
Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
Spontaneous joy and natural content
Out of my heart.
This is sort of how I feel about the idea of "scanning" a poem. Although it probably serves good purpose in a classroom setting when studying poetry, particularly older works, I wonder the merit of doing so when looking at poetry for leisure/entertainment. Are there any poets out there today who adhere to the discipline of structure displayed years ago? It seems to me that metered poetry is a thing of the past.
> For a second there I thought you meant borborygmus.
:) You know - to my eastern ears, some of the terms sound just like that. I CANnot pronounce this word from memory: aposiopesis. If i look at it, and read syllable by syllable, slowly, I get it. Then, I try without looking and I go : Ap so so pia.
>Rhetorical de-freaking-vices.
Hugh, Hugh, that phrase had and has hyperbaton/anastrophe.
(I got two in that one. )(Three if you count alliteration.) (Four if you count assonance.)
Inference - the more rhetorical devices used, the more it corny sounds.
Anaphora
(Haaalp - En-already-ough)