Analysis of He fumbles at your Soul
Emily Dickinson 1830 (Amherst) – 1886 (Amherst)
He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on—
He stuns you by degrees—
Prepares your brittle Nature
For the Ethereal Blow
By fainter Hammers—further heard—
Then nearer—Then so slow
Your Breath has time to straighten—
Your Brain—to bubble Cool—
Deals—One—imperial-Thunderbolt—
That scalps your naked Soul—
When Winds take Forests in the Paws—
The Universe—is still—
| Scheme | ABXBXCXCXXXA XX |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 110111 110101 01111101 111101 0111010 1001001 11010101 110111 1111110 111101 11010010 111101 11110001 01011 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 423 |
| Words | 65 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 12, 2 |
| Lines Amount | 14 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 160 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 32 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 27, 2023
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