Analysis of Buffalo
Okay, here it goes.
I dance, I assume
The trance.
A big buffalo rages, it
Was peppered with arrows,
I see in the pages. It starts to
Rain and the buffalo dies.
There is no tears in my eyes,
For Elk shouts, shoots,
and snipes.
In my ears I hear the singing.
In my eyes I see the prize.
God makes a bountiful harvest
For the Indians.
Every bone and organ
Not wasted.
All the meat and the tears tasted.
I see the sunder,
and sense the thunder.
My lips curl,
and no blunder at my feet,
But what a treat!
| Scheme | ABCDAEFFGHIFJKLMMNNOPP |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1111 11101 01 0110101 110110 110010111 100101 1111011 1111 01 01111010 0111101 11010010 10100 1001010 110 10100110 11010 01010 111 0110111 1101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 506 |
| Words | 117 |
| Sentences | 12 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 22 |
| Lines Amount | 22 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 17 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 377 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 101 |
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