Burningly it came on me all at once, This was the place! those two hills on the right, Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight; While to the left, a tall scalped mountain… Dunce, Dotard, a-dozing at the very nonce, After a life spent training for the sight!
When heard aloud, like in this reading of "Childe Roland" the irregularity of this stanza becomes more noticeable. For instance, heavy stresses pile up in “Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight,” and the abrupt pauses throughout break the poem’s forward rhythm. The rhyme sequence (once/right/fight/Dunce/nonce/sight) echoes unevenly, giving the language a tense, unstable energy. Essentially, at the precise moment of Roland’s recognition of “the place,” where there should be triumph, the poem loses composure, creating dissonance between narrative climax and emotional collapse. Heard this way, Browning’s form enacts the poem’s theme of meaning arriving through struggle, a quality that has made its strangeness continually compelling to later readers.
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