Analysis of Dylan Is Gone
Dying alone on foreign land,
death now grips his blessed hand
Never choosing time or place,
but method certain,
—the Angels wait
An oak to fall on alien soil,
all seeds to heaven thrown
His words cast free to light the dark,
that ‘Good Night,’
—now his own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Scheme | AA XXX XB XXB X |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 10011101 111111 1010111 11010 0101 111111001 111101 11111101 111 111 010010100 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 304 |
Words | 53 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 3, 2, 3, 1 |
Lines Amount | 11 |
Letters per line (avg) | 21 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 46 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 10 |
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