Analysis of Bow Down
This is how You becomes dust:
Touch your forehead to the earth,
Bow down to the light in your body.
When the light within lifts up your head and cries,
"Do not worship me, for I am you,"
Bow down, bow down.
All around you, dripping with quietness,
Flowers are doing this to rain.
The golden moth that lives one day
Is doing this to flame, the moon
Does it to the sun, one breath
Does it to another.
Receive yourself,
Bow down and drink.
Be the mother
Of your own heart - this
Is how dust becomes Divine.
Scheme | ABCDEFGHIJKLMNLOP |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111011 1110101 111010110 10101111101 111011111 1111 1011101100 10110111 01011111 11011101 1110111 111010 0101 1101 1010 11111 1110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 487 |
Words | 100 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 17 |
Lines Amount | 17 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 385 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 99 |
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Submitted on April 08, 2017
Modified on April 15, 2023
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