Analysis of Open Windows
Sara Teasdale 1884 (St. Louis) – 1933 (New York City)
Out of the window a sea of green trees
Lift their soft boughs like the arms of a dancer,
They beckon and call me, "Come out in the sun!"
But I cannot answer.
I am alone with Weakness and Pain,
Sick abed and June is going,
I cannot keep her, she hurries by
With the silver-green of her garments blowing.
Men and women pass in the street
Glad of the shining sapphire weather,
But we know more of it than they,
Pain and I together.
They are the runners in the sun,
Breathless and blinded by the race,
But we are watchers in the shade
Who speak with Wonder face to face.
Scheme | XABA XCXC XAXA BDXD |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 1101001111 11111011010 11001111001 111010 110111001 10101110 110101101 10101101010 10101001 1101010010 11111111 101010 11010001 10010101 11110001 11110111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 559 |
Words | 115 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 110 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 03, 2023
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