Enjambment 'tend to increase the pace of the poem', whereas end-stopped lines, which are lines that break on caesuras, emphasize these silences and slow the poem down. Line breaks may occur mid-clause, creating enjambment, a term that literally means 'to straddle'. These immigrants adopt the language of the native American, they wear his clothes, they steal his name and they are beginning to take his women, but they seldom adopt his religion or understand his ideals and while he is being elbowed out of his own home the American looks calmly abroad and urges on others the suicidal ethics which are exterminating his own race.Freebase Rate this definition: 0.0 / 0 votesĪ line break in poetry is the termination of the line of a poem, and the beginning of a new line within the standard conventions of Western literature, this is usually but not always at the left margin. The man of the old stock is being crowded out of many country districts by these foreigners just as he is to-day being literally driven off the streets of New York City by the swarms of Polish Jews. The native American is too proud to mix socially with them and is gradually withdrawing from the scene, abandoning to these aliens the land which he conquered and developed.

“The result of unlimited immigration is showing plainly in the rapid decline in the birth rate of native Americans because the poorer classes of Colonial stock, where they still exist, will not bring children into the world to compete in the labor market with the Slovak, the Italian, the Syrian and the Jew. Creatures without migration: have they not lived a life because they have not moved? What of the migratory los González, moving from one place to another and marking every stopping place with angst? What kind of alternative is that? For once my father and I are thinking thinking the same way, sharing a similar yearning for our starting points to have been different, for our final destination to be anything other than the tearful, resentful arrival it is likely to be.”īutterfly Boy: Memories of a Chicano Mariposa There are people in the world, I imagine, who are born and die in the same town, maybe even in the same house, or bed. From afar it looks as if nothing can get in or out, but judging by the stillness of the view it's as if the citizens have made peace with it and have settled without worry into their insular but protected haven each evening. The town is cradled by the dark mountains. “I look through the window at the huge valley lit up with different colors.

Line Breaker by Lila Marquez