Analysis of Shakespeares corner
From the football field in the rain. Warmth, correctness. The chair comforts my wounded, empty stomach. Rain comforts, the changing room comforts. Hiding, in shell, is comforting. My bedroom is comforting. My father’s beard that comforts will eventually be mine; my mother’s steps away, that comfort, will not. I will however, be my grandmother’s phone calls. Through sadism, through rape, through infanticide and through heroes shattered. The iron runs through like bullet sand I stand on the grass. Iron like claret, like the scattering of crows in the morning. Like fireworks, like tears. Growing, trying, worsening, learning.
I’m getting older and I don’t like it.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1011001101001101101010110010110100111001111001101110101000111101011101111101110111100111010011010010111101111011011101001100101111101010010 1101001111 |
Characters | 681 |
Words | 107 |
Sentences | 14 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 2 |
Letters per line (avg) | 265 |
Words per line (avg) | 53 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 265 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 53 |
About this poem
This poem is about growing up and trying to find one’s way and one’s purpose.
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