Analysis of Blues
The very day Bob Dylan dies,
princes will turn into toads,
and all blacks are dyed in white.
The moon girds its armor loads.
Bourbon will get the taste of mud,
Whores will grimly close their lips.
Ponytails will all be cut.
Even the Eiffel tower flips.
What they sell, is exploding cigars.
The Ice Age gets triggered yet.
Women bear monkeys from Mars.
Plenty lampoons on the internet.
They’re smashing all guitars,
no longer for sale they’ll be dead.
For Roland Vancampenhout
Scheme | XABA XCXC DED EDX B |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01011101 1011011 0111101 0111101 10110111 1110111 11111 10010101 111101001 0111101 1011011 1011010 110101 11011111 1101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 473 |
Words | 84 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 3, 3, 1 |
Lines Amount | 15 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 75 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 17 |
About this poem
Translation by Ludy Bührs of a poem in Dutch at the request of the author, who, in his young years owner of a blues café, has great knowledge of music.
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