Analysis of What Semiramis Said
Vachel Lindsay 1879 (Springfield) – 1931 (Springfield)
The moon's a steaming chalice,
Of honey and venom-wine.
A little of it sipped by night
Makes the long hours divine.
But oh, my reckless lovers,
They drain the cup and wail,
Die at my feet with shaking limbs
And tender lips all pale.
Above them in the sky it bends
Empty and gray and dead.
To-morrow night 'tis full again,
Golden, and foaming red.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 0101010 1100101 01011111 1011001 1111010 110101 11111101 010111 01100111 100101 11011101 100101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 354 |
Words | 67 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 12 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 267 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 65 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 14, 2023
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