Analysis of I can wade Grief
Emily Dickinson 1830 (Amherst) – 1886 (Amherst)
I can wade Grief—
Whole Pools of it—
I'm used to that—
But the least push of Joy
Breaks up my feet—
And I tip—drunken—
Let no Pebble—smile—
'Twas the New Liquor—
That was all!
Power is only Pain—
Stranded, thro' Discipline,
Till Weights—will hang—
Give Balm—to Giants—
And they'll wilt, like Men—
Give Himmaleh—
They'll Carry—Him!
| Scheme | XXXXXABXX XAXXXBX |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1111 1111 1111 101111 1111 01110 11101 10110 111 101101 101100 1111 11110 01111 11 1101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
| Characters | 357 |
| Words | 59 |
| Sentences | 3 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 9, 7 |
| Lines Amount | 16 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 15 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 124 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 29 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 03, 2023
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