Free verse poetry is a poetic manifestation, characterized by the intentional departure from rhyme and meter patterns. Similar to poetic prose and prose poem; free verses have the property of maintaining the traditional typographic location of the verses.
Free verse originates in the middle of the 19th century, as a contradiction to the tenth, the sonnet and the other predominant forms in the field of poetry. Poets who write in free verse do not pay attention to stanzas, they create their world without needing to count the number of syllables or verses. Your ability to create has no limits.
The first important poet of the time and who put free verse into practice, was Walt Whitman who preferred a type of unequal verse of great length: the verse (taken from the English version of the Bible). Then followed by the French poets Gustave Kahn and Jules Laforgue, who introduced it to France, adapting this form of expression to their needs; thus departing from Parnassian preciousness.
Free verse is fundamentally characterized by the rhythm, this can be in different ways: the syntactic rhythm, usually combines canonical verses with verses, despite the fact that the inclination is close to prose. It represents the foundation of free verse.
The rhythm of thought is recognized by the characteristic of its structure, since it is not just any repetition but rather key words and sentence structures, thus defining a syntactic rhythm that directs a thought towards an end, observing a cyclical sense of the poem.
The inner rhythm, also known as personal rhythm, here the emotion is transferred through syntactic connections.
The rhythm of free images is inclined to the approximation of images and metaphors without syntactic links.
Original text
"On the snow is heard slipping night
The song fell from the trees
and behind the fog cried
At a glance lit my cigar
Every time I open my lips
filled cloud empty
at the port
's masts are full of nests
And the wind
moans between the wings of the birds
The Waves Rock The Dead Ship
Me on the shore whistling
I look at the star that smokes between my fingers.
Author: Vicente Huidobro: