Analysis of Loss.
Robert Crawford 1959 (Bellshill)
She gave the day its heart of fire,
She gave the night her soul of flame;
The sun and moon translated through
Her love as gods became.
She filled me with unearthly strength,
A power not of my own was mine;
She passed, and crumbled into dust
And ashes my divine.
The Night knows not how fair she is
Before the stars come in the sky:
It is the light within ourselves
We see ourselves and others by.
Scheme | ABCBDEFEGHIH |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110111110 11010111 01010101 011101 11110101 010111111 11010011 010101 01111111 01011001 110101001 110010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 393 |
Words | 80 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 12 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 310 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 78 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 04, 2023
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