Analysis of Dog
Harold Monro 1879 (Brussels) – 1932
You little friend, your nose is ready; you sniff,
Asking for that expected walk,
(Your nostrils full of the happy rabbit-whiff)
And almost talk.
And so the moment becomes a moving force;
Coats glide down from their pegs in the humble dark;
The sticks grow live to the stride of their vagrant course.
You scamper the stairs,
Your body informed with the scent and the track and the mark
Of stoats and weasels, moles and badgers and hares.
We are going OUT. You know the pitch of the word,
Probing the tone of thought as it comes through fog
And reaches by devious means (half-smelt, half-heard)
The four-legged brain of a walk-ecstatic dog.
Out in the garden your head is already low.
(Can you smell the rose? Ah, no.)
But your limbs can draw
Life from the earth through the touch of your padded paw.
Now, sending a little look to us behind,
Who follow slowly the track of your lovely play,
You carry our bodies forward away from mind
Into the light and fun of your useless day.
* * * * *
Thus, for your walk, we took ourselves, and went
Out by the hedge and the tree to the open ground.
You ran, in delightful strata of wafted scent,
Over the hill without seeing the view;
Beauty is smell upon primitive smell to you:
To you, as to us, it is distant and rarely found.
Home ... and further joy will be surely there:
Supper waiting full of the taste of bone.
You throw up your nose again, and sniff, and stare
For the rapture known
Of the quick wild gorge of food and the still lie-down
While your people talk above you in the light
Of candles, and your dreams will merge and drown
Into the bed-delicious hours of night.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11011111011 10110101 11011010101 011 01010010101 11111100101 011110111101 11001 11001101001001 11010101001 111011101101 10011111111 010110011111 011011010101 100101110101 1110111 11111 110110111101 11001011101 110100111101 1101010100111 01010111101 1 11111100101 110100110101 110010101101 1001011001 101101100111 1111111100101 1010111101 1010110111 11111010101 10101 101111100111 11101011001 1100111101 01010101011 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,589 |
Words | 306 |
Sentences | 16 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 6, 4, 4, 4, 1, 6, 8 |
Lines Amount | 37 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 157 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 38 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 03, 2023
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