Analysis of The Blues Retold
Your blues ain't like mine
Sarah Vaughn,
Her voice wails the bruises
I've been feelin'.
Mahalia Jackson,
That's right!
She down in there too,
Filling' me up so much
My head is spinnin'.
Ella, Ms. Fitzgerald, her scattin'
Firebrand in my veins.
A Spirit gyratin'
Natural mother tongue.
Billie, she can tell you bout
Birthin' those blues in full squat.
Her right of passage tearin' my soul
These are the things I be feelin'.
So you see your blues ain't like
Mine.
| Scheme | AXXA XXXXA AXAX XXXAXA |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11111 101 011010 111 010010 11 11011 101111 1111 10101001 10011 0101 100101 1011111 111011 01110111 1101111 1111111 1 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 443 |
| Words | 82 |
| Sentences | 9 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 5, 4, 6 |
| Lines Amount | 19 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 88 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 21 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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