Analysis of Folded Into A Shape
And there she was looking like a wild dream,
no flames reached my mind but her head was fire,
never in all my years have I been so
easily folded into a shape of
theatrical wonder, where love spins life
towards the extremes, and I close my eyes,
erupt in silence as her smiles find scent.
| Scheme | ABCDEFG |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 0111101011 11111101110 1001111111 1001001011 0100101111 0100101111 0101010111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 281 |
| Words | 56 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 7 |
| Lines Amount | 7 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
| Words per line (avg) | 8 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 226 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 56 |
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Submitted on June 04, 2010
Modified on April 26, 2023
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