Analysis of Solo
Harold Applebaum 1916 (New York) – 1974 (Pennsylvania)
You cannot hear me now. My voice is lost
in thunder. The song of me is drowned
in war's great symphony like the sound
of violins all beaten flat and tossed
against a cliff of brass. I am not free,
but I am singing still beneath the clash,
below the metal chorus and the lash
of trumpets at the sky. Long will I be
but a tiny voice, crying in the dawn
of stars to dream at and a world beyond,
and hold my keening note until the wand
waves back the brasses and the drums are gone,
then brave against the stillness sing my part,
the deathlessness of beauty in the heart.
Scheme | ABBACDDCEFFEGG |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1101111111 010011111 011100101 1001110101 0101111111 1111010101 0101010001 1101011111 1010110001 1111100101 011110101 1101000111 1101010111 01110001 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 574 |
Words | 121 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 14 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 443 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 113 |
About this poem
This is the title poem from my grandfather, Harold Applebaum's, book of poetry, published in 1947.
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Written on 1947
Submitted on January 21, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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