Analysis of The Corridor
Edwin Arlington Robinson 1869 – 1935
It may have been the pride in me for aught
I know, or just a patronizing whim;
But call it freak of fancy, or what not,
I cannot hide the hungry face of him.
I keep a scant half-dozen words he said,
And every now and then I lose his name;
He may be living or he may be dead,
But I must have him with me all the same.
I knew it and I knew it all along,--
And felt it once or twice, or thought I did;
But only as a glad man feels a song
That sounds around a stranger's coffin lid.
I knew it, and he knew it, I believe,
But silence held us alien to the end;
And I have now no magic to retrieve
That year, to stop that hunger for a friend.
Scheme | ABAB ACAC DADA EAEA |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 1111010111 111101001 1111110111 1101010111 1101110111 01001011111 1111011111 1111111101 1110111101 0111111111 1101011101 1101010101 1110111101 11011100101 0111110101 1111110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 640 |
Words | 142 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 119 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 35 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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