Analysis of Caught in a Net
Vachel Lindsay 1879 (Springfield) – 1931 (Springfield)
Upon her breast her hands and hair
Were tangled all together.
The moon of June forbade me not —
The golden night time weather
In balmy sighs commanded me
To kiss them like a feather.
Her looming hair, her burning hands,
Were tangled black and white.
My face I buried there. I pray —
So far from her to-night —
For grace, to dream I kiss her soul
Amid the black and white.
| Scheme | XAXAXA XBXBXB |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 01010101 0101010 01110111 0101110 01010101 1111010 01010101 010101 11110111 111011 11111101 010101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 385 |
| Words | 75 |
| Sentences | 6 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 6, 6 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 144 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 37 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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