Analysis of The Epic Stars

Robinson Jeffers 1887 (Allegheny) – 1962 (Carmel-by-the-Sea)



The heroic stars spending themselves,
Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle,
They must burn out at length like used candles;
And Mother Night will weep in her triumph, taking home her heroes.
There is the stuff for an epic poem--
This magnificent raid at the heart of darkness, this lost battle--
We don't know enough, we'll never know.
Oh happy Homer, taking the stars and the Gods for granted.

Submitted by Holt


Scheme XAXXXAXX X
Poetic Form
Metre 001011001 101101011010110 1111111110 0101110010101010 1101111010 1010011011101110 111011101 110101001001110 01011
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 433
Words 78
Sentences 4
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 8, 1
Lines Amount 9
Letters per line (avg) 38
Words per line (avg) 8
Letters per stanza (avg) 171
Words per stanza (avg) 38
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Robinson Jeffers

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