Analysis of Fresh Coat of Paint
I found the red wheelbarrow,
Broken in a strew
Rust from rain
And dust grew
So I grabbed my tools and began fixing
Blood, sweat, Tired eyes and calaced hands,
the red wheelbarrow was mended at last
Escaping from the world, I went to bed
Woken by the caged white chickens
Everyday at the same time
As they do there morning singing and cry
Looking out from my window,
Sun is shining
There in the center of my yard the wheelbarrow is shining
But past the fresh coat of paint and brand new wheel
You still see the cracks and scars it carries.
Though its not perfect,
It can still do its job,
we can only hope that it can go on
Scheme | AB XB CX XX XXX ACC XX XXX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110110 10001 111 011 1111100110 11101011 011011011 0101011111 10101110 1011011 1111101001 1011110 1110 10010111010110 11011110111 1110101110 11101 111111 1110111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 636 |
Words | 138 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 2, 3 |
Lines Amount | 19 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 62 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 15 |
About this poem
This is poem that is a response to William Carlos Williams poem The Red Wheelbarrow.
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