Analysis of A Solemn thing within the Soul
Emily Dickinson 1830 (Amherst) – 1886 (Amherst)
A Solemn thing within the Soul
To feel itself get ripe—
And golden hang—while farther up—
The Maker's Ladders stop—
And in the Orchard far below—
You hear a Being—drop—
A Wonderful—to feel the Sun
Still toiling at the Cheek
You thought was finished—
Cool of eye, and critical of Work—
He shifts the stem—a little—
To give your Core—a look—
But solemnest—to know
Your chance in Harvest moves
A little nearer—Every Sun
The Single—to some lives.
Scheme | XXXABA CXXXXX BXCX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01010101 110111 01011101 010101 00010101 110101 01001101 110101 11110 111010011 1101010 111101 1111 110101 010101001 010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 469 |
Words | 79 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 115 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 23, 2023
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