Analysis of Song Making
Sara Teasdale 1884 (St. Louis) – 1933 (New York City)
My heart cried like a beaten child
Ceaselessly all night long;
I had to take my own cries
And thread them into a song.
One was a cry at black midnight
And one when the first cock crew --
My heart was like a beaten child,
But no one ever knew.
Life, you have put me in your debt
And I must serve you long --
But oh, the debt is terrible
That must be paid in song.
Scheme | ABXB XCAC XBXB |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 11110101 100111 1111111 0110101 1101111 0110111 11110101 111101 11111011 011111 11011100 111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 359 |
Words | 80 |
Sentences | 4 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 91 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 15, 2023
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