Stanza

In poetry, a stanza ({{IPAc-en|ˈ|s|t|æ|n|z|ə}}; from Italian stanza, {{IPA|it|ˈstantsa|lang}}; {{literally|room}}) is a group of lines within a poem, usually set off from others by a blank line or indentation.Murfin & Ray, The Bedford Glossary of Critical and Literary Terms, p. 455. Stanzas can have regular rhyme and metrical schemes, but they are not required to have either. There are many different forms of stanzas. Some stanzaic forms are simple, such as four-line quatrains. Other forms are more complex, such as the Spenserian stanza. Fixed verse poems, such as sestinas, can be defined by the number and form of their stanzas.

The stanza has also been known by terms such as batch, fit, and stave.Cuddon, J.A.: A Dictionary of Literary Terms and Literary Theory. {{ISBN|9781444333275}}.

The term stanza has a similar meaning to strophe, though strophe sometimes refers to an irregular set of lines, as opposed to regular, rhymed stanzas.Murfin & Ray, The Bedford Glossary of Critical and Literary Terms, p. 457.

Even though the term "stanza" is taken from Italian, in the Italian language the word "strofa" is more commonly used.

In music, groups of lines are typically referred to as verses. The stanza in poetry is analogous with the paragraph in prose: related thoughts are grouped into units.Kirszner & Mandell, Literature Reading, Writing, Reacting, Ch. 18, p. 716.

Example 1

This short poem by Emily Dickinson has two stanzas of four lines each:

I had no time to hate, because

The grave would hinder me,

And life was not so ample I

Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love; but since

Some industry must be,

The little toil of love, I thought,

was large enough for me.{{cite web |url=http://www.gutenberg.org/files/12242/12242-h/12242-h.htm |title=Poems: Three Series, Complete |last=Dickinson |first=Emily |website=Project Gutenberg |access-date=27 October 2013}}

Example 2

This poem by Andrew John Young has three stanzas of six lines each:

Frost called to the water Halt

And crusted the moist snow with sparkling salt;

Brooks, their one bridges, stop,

And icicles in long stalactites drop.

And tench in water-holes

Lurk under gluey glass-like fish in bowls.

In the hard-rutted lane

At every footstep breaks a brittle pane,

And tinkling trees ice-bound,

Changed into weeping willows, sweep the ground;

Dead boughs take root in ponds

And ferns on windows shoot their ghostly fronds.

But vainly the fierce frost

Interns poor fish, ranks trees in an armed host,

Hangs daggers from house-eaves

And on the windows ferny am bush weaves;

In the long war grown warmer

The sun will strike him dead and strip his armour.{{cite web |url=https://allpoetry.com/Hard-Frost |title=poem: Hard Frost |access-date=8 April 2018}}

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{{cite EB1911| |wstitle=Stanza |volume=25 |pages=784}}

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