Analysis of Conceit
David Herbert Lawrence 1885 (Eastwood, Nottinghamshire) – 1930 (Vence)
It is conceit that kills us
and makes us cowards instead of gods.
Under the great Command: Know thy self, and that thou art mortal!
we have become fatally self-conscious, fatally self-important, fatally entangled in the Laocoön coils of our conceit.
Now we have to admit we can't know ourselves, we can only know about ourselves.
And I am not interested to know about myself any more,
I only entangle myself in the knowing.
Now let me be myself,
now let me be myself, and flicker forth,
now let me be myself, in the being, one of the gods.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101111 011100111 100101111011110 110110011010010101000100011111001 1111011110011110101001 011110011011101 11001010010 11111 111110101 1111100101101 |
Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 539 |
Words | 101 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 3, 3 |
Lines Amount | 10 |
Letters per line (avg) | 42 |
Words per line (avg) | 10 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 105 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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