Analysis of A Well-Worn Story
Dorothy Parker 1893 (Long Branch) – 1967 (New York City)
In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.
His eyes were hard as porphyry
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me
Like terrible silver hands.
Together we trod the secret lane
And walked the muttering town.
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain
On the breast of a velvet gown.
In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.
Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face
And spoil a page with rhymes?
Scheme | Abcb dede fgfg Ahch ijij |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 010010 111101 011011111 1100111 11011100 1101101 11110101 1100101 010110101 0101001 111110111 10110101 010010 111101 011011111 0101101 11111011 110101 01110111 010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 585 |
Words | 124 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 92 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 18, 2023
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