how many syllables are in each line of the poem “silkweed” by philip henry savage?
a. 4
b. 6
c. 8
d. 10
hey ms. sue, cant you just ANSWER the question, it would be better for us all.
so is it c?
Yes, c. Each line has 8 syllables.
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ms.sue in all dear respect I believe that is the wrong poem for this qestion
To determine the number of syllables in each line of the poem "Silkweed" by Philip Henry Savage, you can follow these steps:
1. Find the poem "Silkweed" by Philip Henry Savage.
2. Read the poem line by line, paying attention to the number of distinct sounds or beats in each line.
3. Count the number of syllables in each line by identifying the individual vowel sounds (a, e, i, o, u, and sometimes y) and any consonant sounds that form clusters or diphthongs.
4. As you count, remember that a syllable is a unit of sound that contains a vowel sound. For example, the word "banana" has three syllables: ba-na-na.
5. Once you have counted the syllables in each line, you can determine the correct option from the provided choices a, b, c, and d.
Since we do not have access to the text of the specific poem "Silkweed" by Philip Henry Savage, I cannot provide you with the exact number of syllables in each line. I would recommend finding a copy of the poem and following the steps described to determine the answer.
Silkweed - Poem by Philip Henry Savage
Here are the syllables in the first line:
Ligh ter than dan de li on down
LIGHTER than dandelion down,
Or feathers from the white moth's wing,
Out of the gates of bramble-town
The silkweed goes a-gypsying.
Too fair to fly in autumn's rout,
All winter in the sheath it lay;
But now, when spring is pushing out,
The zephyr calls, 'Away! Away!'
Through mullein, bramble, brake, and fern,
Up from their cradle-spring they fly,
Beyond the boundary wall to turn
And voyage through the friendly sky.
Softly, as if instinct with thought,
They float and drift, delay and turn;
And one avoids and one is caught
Between an oak-leaf and a fern.
And one holds by an airy line
The spider drew from tree to tree;
And if the web is light and fine,
'T is not so light and fine as he!
And one goes questing up the wall
As if to find a door; and then,
As if he did not care at all,
Goes over and adown the glen.
And all in airiest fashion fare
Adventuring, as if, indeed,
'T were not so grave a thing to bear
The burden of a seed!
Philip Henry Savage