Analysis of The Wind
Sara Teasdale 1884 (St. Louis) – 1933 (New York City)
A wind is blowing over my soul,
I hear it cry the whole night through --
Is there no peace for me on earth
Except with you?
Alas, the wind has made me wise,
Over my naked soul it blew, --
There is no peace for me on earth
Even with you.
Scheme | XABA XABA |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 011101011 11110111 11111111 0111 01011111 10110111 11111111 1011 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 241 |
Words | 54 |
Sentences | 3 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 8 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 88 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 02, 2023
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