Analysis of Insect.
Robert Crawford 1959 (Bellshill)
We do not grasp ourselves, but still drift on
As aimless as a mote in the warm air,
Whose senses take the sweetness of the time,
And in a moment let existence go,
Its tiny death-squeak an indefinite thing
Recorded in the general ear of God.
| Scheme | ABCDEF |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11110011111 1101010011 1101010101 0001010101 11011101001 01000100111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 243 |
| Words | 48 |
| Sentences | 2 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 6 |
| Lines Amount | 6 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
| Words per line (avg) | 8 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 189 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 46 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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